From the B & B Cactus Farm, we were off to the Art Colony of Tubac which was established in 1752 as a Spanish presidio (fort). Working artists' studios now surround the grounds which once served as the home for a Spanish military garrison. I had never heard of Tubac...our fellow road trippers, Saryle (otherwise known as Sandra and Daryle), had been there 5 years earlier. Apparently it has changed quite a bit in only 5 years. More people, more commercial, but still very interesting. The Main Man happened upon a lecture on "living off the grid". I don't think they were only talking about solar power.
The Main Man and I went our separate ways from Saryle...We looked thru several art galleries...then decided we were parched. We found a restaurant called Elvira's which was eclectically decorated with Mexican pineapple pottery, glass teardrops from the ceiling, Lucha Libre masks and iron lanterns.
Freshly made guacamole and margaritas...I texted Saryle a pic of our repast trying to make them jealous...but they had found their own little joint and were drinking Tecate outside on a small patio.
Off to check out more of Tubac...
Doesn't this look like a horny rabbit?! It was at least 7 feet tall. The Main Man begged me to stand in front of it for a photo, but I refused. I'd only had one margarita. I think it would take at least three for me to have complied. I have no idea how my mind works...but the rabbit scenario reminded me of Rihanna's video for Rude Boy.
But one margarita allowed this silly pose...
I'm not sure how many Tecate's were had by Saryle...but I'm betting it was more than one!
No, I'm not pregnant...I knew it was going to be hot...I needed a air circulation...hence the tent dress.
We took another break for sustenance at one of the restaurants at the main lodging of Tubac...Tubac Golf Resort & Spa...
Dos Silos...aka...Two Grain Silos
I would love to revisit Tubac...when we do, we will probably stay at one of the resort's
Rooms and Suites
Next, we left Tubac, drove back to Tucson singing to the iPod (Lady GaGa was a favorite), much coaxing to get me into the hot tub at the hotel, laughing at my Bacteria Soup jokes and closing the clams (the hot tub was at least 140 degrees and reeked of chlorine...I don't think anything could have lived in that brew!)
Next day...
The Desert Museum.
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