My goal is to return to Phoenix as a tourist, instead of a chaperone for two angry toddlers in 75 year old bodies.

It was not the worst, but easily in the bottom three quarters of the worst.

But I took my nephew–who now calls me Aunt Beppi–to the playground and there was an orange tree. I reached up and scratched my arm all up, because I didn’t know orange trees had thorns.

But that orange was the best orange I ever ate.

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  1. Please come back any time! I’ll buy you a coffee. You’re lucky the orange tree wasn’t a mock orange tree. Those taste terrible. Apparently those are the oranges that marmalade is made from. I hope you had fun, despite your babysitting duties, and I hope your brother and his family are feeling settled and happy here.

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