In the Domestic Terminal at SFO there were lots of shops, and it was more or less empty. Great for wandering around in. We were flying Southwest (mainly because it was cheaper and we had heard good things about it on this route). The flight took 90 minutes and was slightly busy., but enjoyable non the less.
Arriving in Phoenix (Arizona), we found there were eight possible exits, at none of which Martin was to be seen. After a lot of searching and texting, he finally arrived with his family entourage (Sibylle, Philipp, Julia). It was great to see them (having last met at their wedding, and without kids), and after initial greetings, he sorted out another hire car and we headed off to Scottsdale, where they live.
The house was pretty big by European standards (of course most US houses are...) and the only concern was going to be the scorpions and snakes they have as pests (not pets).
After unpacking we headed off to the supermarket (Fry's) to pick up food for the night, including Rocky Road ice-cream and maple-cured ham (being given tasters by the man on the deli counter who likes to talk).
We got back to the house and whilst Olga and Sibylle made a salad, Martin and I (well, I watched) did the steaks on the barbecue outside. The steaks were huge (as were many of the foods we saw in the supermarket) and it was very hard to manage the ice-cream afterwards (ok, for me it wasn't).
After chatting whilst letting the food go down, it was time to get some sleep.
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