In June this year, I had a fabulous time driving around the American Southwest or Desert Southwest with my Arizonian cousins (I was mostly navigator/Google maps reader because I hate driving on the wrong side of the road). We travelled in Arizona from Phoenix to Winslow, then on to Sante Fe in New Mexico and back through Taylor (Arizona), to our starting point Phoenix.
I have actually seen quite a bit of Arizona already (Grand Canyon, Sedona, Jerome, Williams, Nowhere, Route 66) because my cousin Shereen Thomas has lived there for the last two decades. This time around we wanted to go somewhere we hadn’t been before and decided on making Winslow one of our destinations simply because it is mentioned in one of our favourite band’s songs.