Being the people person that I am, I was delighted several years ago to discover Couch Surfing (www.couchsurfing.org). The basic premise here is that you register with this social media site and detail your hosting availability (be it meet for a cup of coffee or the offer of a few nights on the ‘couch’). There’s only a little bit more to it than that (some safety features for example) but once you’re signed up you can surf for couches to sleep on all over the world.
This is right up my alley. I LOVE meeting new people. Although the stars have yet to align for me to sleep on couches when I am traveling, I have hosted several times, both here and in California. My friend Nick from Manchester, England walked across America (yes, you read that right ~ from Times Square to Santa Monica); Ben came from England via Florida to buy a motorcycle in LA; Megan and Josh came from Michigan to help with the Floating Stone Spa relaunch here in Tubac; and most recently, Gail from Derby, England stopped by for a night and stayed for three.
Generally when visiting a new place you go to a hotel, sight see a bit, go back to the hotel, eat dinner, sleep. Repeat. Ok, maybe not all that mundane, but you get the idea. What makes CS so cool is that you actually get the opportunity to experience a place from the inside. Eat where the locals eat, avoid cheesy tourist traps, meet the natives. In Ben’s case, I put him to work in my garden and then took him to a spa opening where he drank pink martinis and was fawned over by the ladies ~ he loved it! Can’t get that in a guide book.
So last week my newest surfer Gail showed up. Gail is my age and from England. She is surfing across the US from Florida. She is full of beans and we hit it off like a house on fire. Her plan was to head to San Diego from Tubac, but I convinced her a trip to Bisbee was in order, and she agreed.
We spent a lovely day in that funny little town. We drove around and looked at many of the famous stairs that are featured in the Bisbee 1000 race (http://www.bisbee1000.org); had a hamburger at the Copper Queen Hotel; met an old geezer in a period costume at the visitor’s center who told us about Pancho Villa and his purported German connections; and finally wended our way over to Douglas, AZ, a dot of a town seemingly half frozen in the 1950s.
The following day I took Gail up to Morning Star Ranch where my friends R & A live. They have a magnificent home on 36 acres of pristine Sonoran desert, which the average visitor from Derby, UK doesn’t usually get to see. We had a fantastic lunch and then a ramble through the ranch in a Jeepy type vehicle. I took a tired but happy Gail home where she quickly fell out of favor by kicking my ASS in Scrabble, twice.
Gail moved from Arizona on to Hawaii for a week, then she’s off to San Francisco for a week and then back to England later this month. I’ve forgiven her the Scrabble trouncing and I look forward to seeing my friend either here or there again in the near future.