Welcome to the Neighborhood!

I love Tucson. For reals.

We moved all of our stuff into our new place, but we still have to clean and unpack everything. We went over there today after church to put our bed together and to clean. When we got there, there was a guy knocking on the door of the condo right across from us. This guy was clearly drunk. Yesterday while we were there we had a neighbor come up to us and welcome us to the area. He told us that no one lived right across from us, it was foreclosed, and no one had lived there for several months. This drunk guy was knocking on the door of a foreclosed condo. We wondered if he even knew where he was. We got to work and as we were working we could hear him outside knocking harder and harder on the door. We stopped and sat there for a few minutes and just watched him out the window. He kept losing his balance and getting mad. Finally Jeremy (the guy we are staying with who was there helping us) told the guy that no one lives there. The guy just looked at him confused and kept knocking. And he wasn't confused because of any sort of language barrier, this guy was whiter than I am. The knocking was getting louder and louder and he was seriously out there for about 30 minutes just waiting for someone to open the door for him. Meanwhile, I had stopped being productive all together and I just sat and watched this guy from our deck. I wasn't even being sneaky about it I was just there staring. The guy didn't even notice. Then the neighbors next to him came outside. It was 2 ladies, a sweet little Hispanic lady and her roommate, the old lady wearing the mumu. Instantly I liked them. The lady wearing the mumu started talking to the guy.

"Sir, no one lives there."

"I live here!"

"You live there?"

"Yes."

"When did you move in?"

"2 months ago."

"Really? Because I've lived here for 6 months and I've never seen you before. Where is your car and all your stuff?"

"I walked here."

"From where?"

"I don't know."

Then she went back inside. Their entire conversation took like 7 minutes. The guy took forever to respond to each of her questions. And he kept stumbling. It was awesome. I continued to watch this guy. He knocked on the door once more really hard and then threw his hands up in frustration. He walked over to the window and stuck his hands between the bars (all the windows are barred) and started hitting it. Not like punching it, just like hitting it with the palm of his hand. From the other room I hear Jeremy say "this guy is gonna break the window" and SMASH - the guy PALMED the window and it broke. Rick and Jeremy were mad, I could not have been more entertained. Rick went outside and the lady in the mumu came back out. She told the guy that the police were coming if he didn't leave and Rick told her that he broke the window. We all sat out there and waited for the police. Even the drunk guy. I was kind of hoping that the guy would run so that Rick could tackle him and put him under citizens arrest - The American Dream.

The cops came, they got all the information from us and the neighbors and they arrested the drunk guy. When it was all said and done, the lady in the mumu stood on her deck and yelled to us "Welcome to the Neighborhood! I need to go finish my bath."

Rick and I did the only thing that seemed appropriate to do at the time. We laughed and high fived.

Yesterday when we were moving all of our stuff in a bright orange PT cruiser pulled up to us. The window rolled down and it was an old lady with no teeth and her gigantic dog. She welcomed us to the neighborhood, told us that she has lived here for 16 years and that she owns her place so she only pays $130 a month, then she started blowing kisses up to the sky.

Seriously, I love it here.

Also, when you live this close to the border, you are surrounded by the most amazing Mexican food. My favorite being the sonoran style hot dogs. They are best when purchased from a cart by the railroad tracks.

There is also a place really close to us that Rick kept saying we had to go to and that I would love it. We finally went and it was amazing. They make the salsa in front of you. A lady in a dress comes around with a cart and asks if you want mild, medium, or hot. You tell her and then she gets all the ingredients together and mixes them up in the bowl. Best salsa ever. The night that we were there they had a mariachi playing and they played us 2 love songs while we ate.

Today we went to sacrament meeting with the family we are staying with. Rick bore his testimony. He stood up there in jeans, tennis shoes, and a button up shirt as he bore his testimony. All of his church clothes are in boxes. If I didn't have any church clothes I probably would not have even gone to church, let alone got up there in a new ward to bear my testimony. I married a good man.

Remember how much I hate 9 am church? We put our address into the churches website and our new ward starts at 9. Have you ever said a swear word when you found out what time your church starts? Cause I have.