You know that somewhere has to be special when people tell you that the good points of a place are that land is cheap, it’s geologically stable, and there are lots of banks. Well, that’s Phoenix and the bit they’re not mentioning is that you’re in a desert. It’s warm. Really warm. Oh, and dry.
It’s a nice spring afternoon as I write this, and it’s 108 Fahrenheit (42 Celsius). Fortunately that seems to be about as hot as it gets here.
Phoenix is so far a nice city, although I have only haven’t seen much (I’m here on business). Not very built up, and quite spread out. Some parts of town I drove through also have billboards in Spanish only.