Arizona Day 4, Flea Market

I think we have all been brainwashed a little when it comes to our understanding of the American people. I myself have been led to believe that our southern neighbors are rude, dumb, ignorant, redneck gun wielding people. I have formed a new opinion since my short time here. The people here are very courteous and pleasant, I have not seen a gun on a person yet, and whenever you are out at a public place, everyone so far has been eager to hold a door open for you, and they are super friendly with a smile or even a short conversation.

 Driving has been quite a pleasant experience as well, other drivers instantly let you in their lane if you signal and I have yet to be cut off. A far cry from my home town driving experience, at least here in Mesa Arizona.

When we went to the flea market I was expecting it to be a circus of people concerned with only themselves but this was not the case. There was a large crowd but it was very manageable and people would move out of your way if you were walking through, and they were stopped to look at something.

The Flea market itself is huge, it's basically tents outside with literally thousands of little kiosks of every kind. My wife fell in love with metal flowers that she wants to decorate her garden with. She has bought a little cactus, a few flower types, and a large metal flower that her parents with bring back with them in their car, as it is too big for our suitcases for the plane.  I didn't buy anything, to me it was all garage sale type stuff, or you saw it on TV type junk, and I have no use for those sorts of things.

After our shopping trip we came back to the trailer park where I decided a nap was in order and my wife and her mother went fabric and bra shopping by themselves. They are both quilters, so they look for fabric sales all the time. Not my thing, at all.

We ended our evening at Organ pizza, a theater turned restaurant with a large pipe organ that rises in up through the floor at certain times. A guy plays requests from the audience and puts on quite a show.  This isn't your normal pipe organ, it is attached to numerous pneumatic instruments that are scattered throughout the building. There are drums and cymbals on the walls, all sorts of horns and bells, stuff on the ceilings that I don't have names for, but everything is linked to the organ and everything uses pressurized air.

Oh, I should also mention that the pizza was good too.
We ended our evening visiting some areas with Christmas lights, which were interesting but not that big of deal in my opinion, with the exception of one place.

This ends day 4 our trip to Arizona. Tomorrow is going to be us just touring around looking for things to do.

Scott Goerz