Digital Wanderer

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Arizona – 1, a retirement community in Phoenix

As I said on Twitter, I'm not going to write much about Arizona. I'll post some photos with comments, and that'll be enough for you.

 A single-story beige residential house with a tiled roof, with two white sedans parked on the driveway in front of the garage.

The capital of Arizona is Phoenix, where we stayed with some friends. This is, by and large, a typical house. It looks pretty nice, in my opinion.

A large cactus with multiple spherical offsets growing amid light gravel. In the background there is a dry rock creek bed and neatly trimmed bushes.
Mutant cactus

A beige Southwestern-style house with a tiled roof and a gravel yard. In front of the house in the desert landscape grow various cacti, including a tall saguaro, a large columnar cactus, and prickly pear bushes. 
There are a lot of cacti in Arizona, for every taste

A quiet suburban street with single-story beige houses in a desert style under a bright sky with light clouds. There is a palm tree and decorative shrubs near the houses, a passenger car is parked on the right, and mountains are visible on the horizon.  
We stayed in a retirement community (senior community), where it's forbidden for people under 55 to settle (Now that's some descrimination). The roads there are exceptionally wide for some reason. Probably so the slowpoke seniors don't smash into anyone.

A beige house wall under a tiled roof, with windows covered by protective screens, is decorated with three metal panels: a sun, a dreamcatcher with a horse, and a pueblo landscape. In front of it is a drought-tolerant garden with gravel, a large cactus, and a dry tree.

A house wall is decorated with metal silhouettes of a hoop dancer and a Native American in a traditional headdress. In front of the building is a gravel area with various types of cacti, decorative driftwood, and garden sculptures. The houses are decorated nicely, in my opinion

A residential area with single-story light stucco houses and tiled roofs. In the foreground, the landscape is in a desert style with gravel, cacti, succulents, and a citrus tree with fruit, and on one of the houses you can see the number 173 and a decorative silhouette of a coyote. Oranges just growing like it's no big deal (the tree in the middle)

A tall saguaro cactus, secured with wooden props, towers in front of a beige stucco house with a tiled roof, in a gravel yard with desert plants. 
They prop up the cacti, just like we do with apple and pear tree branches.

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Watering such less succulent plants requires a lot of water. It's expensive in Arizona, so not many people dare to maintain such beauty.

A light-colored house with a tiled roof at dusk. In front of it stretch extensive thickets of green prickly pear cacti on gravel bedding.

Silhouettes of three palm trees against a sunset. The sky is a gradient, from lilac at the top to bright orange-pink with cirrus clouds at the bottom.

I took this one without even using a tripod. A tip for cheapskates  without tripods: you put the camera on a pole, shove something under it for the right angle, and choose the timer shooting mode.

Finally, a few facts. The temperature in Phoenix was high, around 28 degrees during the day and 18 at night. A bit too hot for me – I'll try to visit warm places less often from now on.

They fed us some homemade vegetable stew. Don't know why, but I wasn't really feeling it. They served fruit with it for some reason. Must be a tradition.

There isn't the classic American grass around the houses. Usually, it's a must-have, otherwise the other homeowners around you will dislike you, or even slap you with a fine through the association. This is needed so that the houses look civilized and the property values in the area don't drop. If the houses are "untidy" – all sorts of black people and other criminal elements will flock in. But in Arizona, a lawn next to the house costs so monstrously much that only golf clubs can afford it, and even their grass is a bit yellowish.

The blinds in Arizona are thick and solid, not segmented. You pull them down by hand, not by a string. Clocks often synchronize via a radio signal – no need to set  them. But if the time zone is set wrong, they'll run fast or slow – which we observed many times in hotels and in this house, too.

Also, the retirement community has a community center where various events are held. We were mainly interested in the pool. It, of course, is open, unlike ours in Carolina (since it's warm out), welcoming guests until as late as 9 PM, even though it starts getting dark at half past five. The pool is of perfectly normal length and depth for swimming back and forth. There's a warning for the seniors hanging on the fence: "If you aren't sure of your ability to keep your bowel contents inside, wear a rubberized diaper." Separately, there's a little hot tub – meaning a small pool with warm water – to warm up old bones. Later we saw two more pools in hotels – same thing. But here the water in the pool was warm anyway, so I didn't get into the hot tub – especially since the heat was making me feel sick.

Overall, the community seemed very cute to me, the cacti and little houses gladden the heart. Consider it a free trip to a botanical garden – there's so much stuff to see.