Sunday, Phoenix

We were all feeling foggy, rather groggy so we decided to sleep in until about 8:30. Before leaving for church, Mary noticed a milk container in Asha's pocket causing everyone to smile. 

We left for Church, and a new nickname became established when 'u-turn Pally' once again missed the target, this time the Newman center. After Sutphin and his gang of five (Sam, Monica, Chad, Lauren, and Ariadna) quickly alerted us of our mistake, we spent an hour reflecting on the value of not worrying (it adds nothing to our existence, according to Jesus!!!).  The sermon was hysterical, and Fr. John had his own 70's rock band.  Very Berkeley.  

Thanks to Bob, Luke's dad, we scored some awesome tickets for the A's first spring training game.  Half of our group went to the game (just after a massive hail storm, the sun came out and the cactus league began).  The A's killed the Cubs, 15-6.  Thanks Bob.

The half of the group that didn't care about baseball went to "Ye Olde Wilde West Town" and watched a real gunfight.  Wells Fargo lost, but there was no bank bailout this time.  

We also saw Superstition Mountain.  Legend has it that a crazy Dutchman killed the Peraltans, a royal Spanish family, for control of the mountain.  He found a gold vein the size of the "A Train," and on his death bed revealed the info to his family.  Whenever anyone goes looking for the gold, one member of the expedition never comes back.  The curse of the crazy Dutchman.  

We finished the day resting in our private gazebo, eating In-N-Out and watching the Oscars and the meltdown of LeBron and the Heat.  Early to bed. El Otro Lado begins Monday morning.