Sedona
There is a vortex in Sedona. Or so I've heard. While I had no personal epiphanies there I did begin to feel lighter but then I realized that was because I was giving out handfuls of cash to the shops in the area known as Tlaquepaque, where local artists sell their wares.
Heather and I forced ourselves away from our relaxing haven at the Phoenician in Phoenix to
make the two hour drive over the high desert to Sedona. The first thing we stumbled upon was
the poser town called The Village of Oak Creek. The Village that doesn't have any signs so that
strangers think it is Sedona. Whatever.
Of course the red rocks took my breath away, rising majestically out of the desert floor, they are mesmerizing. We stopped and took the pre-requisite photos before exploring the artist encla
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at Tlaquepaque. Unfortunately, or according to my checking account fortunately, we only had about two hours before they closed up shop, promptly at 5P. I asked one of the shopkeepers where the locals like to eat and she pointed us to the
Sedona Airport Restaurant, located on one of the higher plateaus. A beautiful place for the sunset and the perfect ending for the day (if you make the two hour drive back to Phoenix a footnote).
If you'd like to read more about Sedona check out this article from Budget Travel: 25 Reasons We Love Sedona.
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