I live in a tourist town, and there are certain things that must be expected when living in a tourist town. Especially now until September – when it is peak season. The dog will inevitably bark almost non-stop between the hours of 11-3 as tourists walk down the sidewalk outside our yard to various lunch spots, the trails are always packed, and cars pour through our neighborhood to look at the houses. All of these things are fine, we are all entitled to enjoy the amazing natural beauty of Sedona. Thankfully, the tourists who come here are mostly families and couples looking to enjoy a few days in the mountains. They are considerate and friendly for the most part.
The weather the last couple of days has been wonderful. And I have been taking advantage by taking unusually long walks and enjoying the sunshine. Except the tourists seem to be surprised by the site of me. I mean, I am just walking. Person.walking.on.sidewalk. Is it that strange? I know that I am very pregnant. I promise, I am not wearing an incredibly revealing or loud outfit. A tank top and running pants. That’s it. But today, I saw a woman pointing me out her husband. And two days ago – someone took my picture! Aaah. I came home and stripped and inspected my pants. No holes.
I don’t know.
