AZ part one

Well, I am here in Arizona and I cannot believe how at ease I feel. I guess I've only been here 5 hours, but even the preparation felt natural. I guess that proves my parents right again - I have become quite the traveler. It was a cinch though: dropped off, got my ticket, went through security, then to the atm, waited, read a good book, got breakfast, on the plane and reading some more - that REALLY makes the time go by SO much faster. I got to Az right on time, and then Steven Chicoine was so kind to coe get me and help me to feel comfortable here, he was awesome. And he make the beginning of this short trip just excellent. What a great guy he is. So kind and helpful and giving. And boy did I chuckle when he pulled up to pick me up in his black infinity with black leather seats.
He picked me up and showed his current apartment and the one he will be moving to shortly. Both of them are SO nice. They are REAL apartments, almost like a home in and of themselves with silver handles, wood floors, large windows, patios, and .... a garage - yes, even a garage. Although his choice of entertainment isn't necessarily always mine, I was very impressed with his choice of decorating and living quarters. You know, the more time I spend around him, the more of an education I get. I learned what a "cougar" is - well, a different cougar than an individual that goes to BYU, - and what a hooka is, and I doubt I would have learned that any other way.
Then he wouldn't let me get lunch, despite my efforts. But he took me to a cule little place that I would come take my father back to if I was ever back again. The atmosphere was GREAT, they grilled the hamburgers on this wood burning stove - it was so fun. The Chuckbox had great pictures and great company, and aparently it is famous on campus, which make it even better. It was also fun to have all the buildings pointed out to me and to walk around compus and see their Union Center, a classroom, and then to even join a beginning ballroom class for a few min. I was grateful to have been exposed to ballroom before that though, and then to be associated with BYU. We went into the class and Steven felt comfortable joining, so we went in and danced - he is pretty good. We were doing swing and the teacher came over and danced with me, just a bit and said "you didn't learn here" hen asked if I went to BYU. Then he stopped class and made a point about my form (positive statement) and how great the BYU dancing program is. It was really fun. It was nice to feel cute too - I am sure that helped.
Steven was so much fun to be with. He then took me out to my Uncle's and....
(to be continued....)