although billed as our blog, this has very much been Andrew’s blog. My using his log in on day 2 was almost grounds for divorce.
I did poo poo the idea of a blog for a TWELVE day trip but I have been impressed that Andrew has kept at it; I am more of a Facebook person and don’t really see the point of super long posts.
Anyway I digress. I feel that on our last evening is a good time to give my feedback on our trip.
1. The car – our convertible Mustang
My darling husband had this romantic idea of hiring a convertible. Does he view us a Thelma and Louise sort of a partnership? we did get called Mrs & Mrs Arwas in Morton’s last night. So yes perhaps.
Anyway I think it is significant that at no point during this trip did I see any other convertibles with the roof down. It is too flipping hot. Only mad English people go around in the heat with roof down. In spite of wearing SPF 50 we both got burnt necks.
2. The Grand Canyon
Yes, it is worth a visit but I felt it was bit like New York. You have seen so many pictures/ films that you feel like you know it already so I certainly didn’t get the Wow moment I was expecting.
The El Tovar hotel was a bit “bof” which I will translate as meh. Yes, it was built in 1905 which in American terms is very old and makes it historic but this is NOT a reason to keep it as it was back then. It is all dark timber and moose heads (fortunately not in our bedroom) and it smelled peculiar. I think it would benefit from a Ralph Lauren Navajo style makeover.
PS: if I had to vote between NYC and anywhere else in the world I would always vote for New York. I know that I have no soul.
3. Monument Valley
I don’t know what to say that will do it justice. I thought it was so amazing that looking out at the view just made me want to cry. Even typing this is making me tearful.
The fact that Andrew and I were up willingly at 6 in the morning says a lot about the place.
Also awesome. And a lovely vibe about it. Lots of families and people of all ages. Quite a few French people too bizarrely (unless they were Canadians in disguise but they sounded French to me).
I did feel uncomfortable to start off as it was full of weird outdoorsy types – hiking boots, fleece wearing types who enjoy camping. I felt like an extra in an episode of Yogi Bear. This was not helped that our suite was all browns and khaki.
Will post more later as DH is calling me for dinner.