
This is a photo of something that will be part of an upcoming post.
Know what it is? Can you guess what kind of project it’s for?

This is a photo of something that will be part of an upcoming post.
Know what it is? Can you guess what kind of project it’s for?

So we got this email from our local public radio station, KJZZ, that included tickets to their Travel & Discovery Expo*, and we thought, “Hey, let’s go! Why not?!” Then Phillip and I had a really stressful week and almost skipped it, but I’m glad we went.
We met some really great people, learned a lot of things, and added a whole bunch of places to our “oh, we definitely have to go there” list. (It was already pretty long.)
We showed up just in time for the talk on touring Italy that I had been afraid we’d missed. (Love it when things randomly work out perfectly!) It was given by MariaLaura Boldini Creal of Fantastica Italia. She’s from Italy and had great insights into what makes a great travel experience, as well as insider tips. I planned to just listen but ended up taking notes furiously.

After the talk, we started working our way through the expo hall. I’ve been to some gargantuan, overcrowded expos. This one, however, was a nice, reasonable size – totally doable in an hour or two.
We were there near the end of the day, so the place wasn’t packed out, but there were still plenty of people wandering around. Lots of men wearing Hawaiian shirts and women in very packable-looking travel dresses. I guess going to a travel expo isn’t really enough to signal that you’re interested in travel. You should also look the part. I questioned my tshirt-and-jeans choice.
There were booths for cruise lines, tour companies, various types of lodging, and small travel businesses (I overheard one woman telling the story of following her dream to start hers, and it made my little entrepreneur heart smile).

But my favorites were the ones representing specific towns/regions of Arizona. They just want you to go visit Clarkdale or Bisbee or Globe. Or get out and enjoy the Maricopa County Parks. Or make your way up to the northeast corner of the state and take in the sights and/or shopping on the Navajo Nation.
We met Freeman Fry, who is on a mission to turn Ajo around. He’s working on attracting new development, spreading the word about his town, and giving it a facelift. He organized a team to repaint every building in town. Seriously. We’ve gotta get down to Ajo.
Another booth I was really excited to see (and did not expect) was Arcosanti’s. We were only able to chat briefly with Kate, who was representing, but I’m hoping she can shed some more light on the disparity between the myth surrounding the place and the really nice day we had there (which I’ll tell you more about soon).

Speaking of nice days, from catching up with Phillip on the train ride over to dreaming about future travels on the expo floor to sitting outside afterwards eating granola bars in the shade, it turned out to be a really relaxing, refreshing afternoon. Almost like a teeny tiny trip of its own.
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*Disclosure: We received free KJZZ Travel & Discovery Expo tickets because we’re members of KJZZ. Opinions in this post are my own.
**Additional disclosure: Navajo Nation Shopping Centers, Inc. gave us a really sweet water bottle. But, don’t worry, I didn’t let it influence me.
If the price falls on your airfare and you’ve already bought your ticket, does it make a sound? (Cha-ching?)
I had heard that if you booked a ticket and then the price went down, there was some way to get a refund for the difference. This came to mind when I was worrying about how early to buy plane tickets for my BlogHer trip. I wondered if it was a real thing or an urban legend (a la angry naked hippies at Arcosanti).
They do exist (the refunds – not the angry hippies) but only under very specific circumstances, and they’re increasingly rare. Here’s how to increase your chances on spotting airfare price drop refunds in the wild.

Here are some things to keep an eye out for:
With all this in mind, you may be able to purchase a ticket that offers some kind of refund if prices later drop. This made me feel better about buying tickets earlier than recommended.

Before I bought my tickets, I checked into the policies of these carriers (because they had low fares for cities I was flying to). Here’s how they apply some of the rules above:

You can check online again when you think it’s likely to be higher, sign up for fare alerts from your airline (if they offer them), or sign up for a fare alert service. Although I haven’t tried any of them at this point (and can’t vouch for them), I came across a few services for email fare alerts while I was researching: Airfare Watchdog, FareCompare, and Yapta.
If you want to keep reading, here are a few more resources to check out:
Have you ever gotten a fare drop refund? Or tried a fare alert service? Leave a comment about your experience – I’d love to hear about it!
Disclosure: This post is for informational purposes only. The airlines can change their policies at any time, so you’ll want to do your own research. I did not receive any compensation from any of the companies listed and am not endorsing any of them.
I started researching the best times to purchase airfare, since I had some flights to book for my BlogHer trip this summer.

While theories on the best window for buying plane tickets differ, most seemed to recommend purchasing 2-6 weeks ahead of your travel and caution against booking your flight too far in advance. (More details at the bottom of the post.)
I learned this 12 weeks ahead of my trip. I really wanted to get my airfare taken care of and move on to the next thing on my list, but this made me worry I’d be purchasing too early and regret it if prices went down later.
However, as I thought about it and did additional research, I realized there’s more to consider.


In the end, I added all this up and decided to buy my tickets about 11 weeks ahead of my flight. It wasn’t what any source recommended, but it made the most sense for me and this particular trip.
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You can live in Phoenix and totally forget Arcosanti is there, just an hour outside the city. And then one day you’ll be driving north on I-17 to somewhere cooler, and you’ll see the sign for the turn off with these mysterious concrete structures in the distance.
Then you’ll start thinking about where to stop for lunch, and it will fade again into the fog of your memory.

On the rare occasions it came to mind, Phillip and I both had gotten this idea that it was some kind of New Age hippie commune with unspecified weird stuff going down. Growing up, seeing that I-17 exit sign was as close as I got to Arcosanti. I remember my mom making a vague comment once about people there not always being clothed.
So New Age hippie nudist colony.
And then one day just a few years ago, Phillip and I spotted an entry in our beloved Arizona Family Field Trips guidebook for Arcosanti, which it listed as “suitable for all ages” with visiting hours and a cafe. Not many New Age hippie nudist colonies can say the same.
A little online research confirmed the visiting hours – and left us with the impression that people there were pretty hardcore about their environmental ideals.
Despite this image of the New Age hippie nudist colony improbably populated by militant environmentalists, our curiosity got the better of us, and we planned to stop there on the way back from an upcoming trip.
But we got behind schedule. By the time we stopped for food one exit away, it was dark out and well past Arcosanti’s published visiting hours.
Phillip still wanted to go. I almost choked on my chicken sandwich. “Now?!”
This, of course, is typical of us – his “We’re here, why not?” attitude and my fear of militant nudist hippies.
He finally convinced me we should just drive out there and see what happened.

So instead of safely getting back on the freeway to head home, we passed underneath it and eventually got to an open gate with an Arcosanti sign. With McDonald’s and the freeway now well behind us and an unlit dirt road through the desert ahead, it was like the border between the familiar glitter of fast food capitalism and the murky counterculture beyond. We glanced at each other and then continued into the darkness.
“Do you think they have a lookout?” I felt exposed now that our headlights were the only thing not blending in to the blackness around us. “Will they come out and stop us?”
“Probably not.” Phillip drove on, unfazed.
Finally, we reached an open space near some walled concrete buildings. A dim, eerie light emanated from somewhere in the complex. We stepped out of the car. I tried to close my car door quietly, but it didn’t matter. It still seemed to echo through the night.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since Phillip gave his door a carefree slam a moment later.
We peeked over a wall and to see the top of one of the arced structures.
As the breeze shifted, we could hear this ethereal flute music. It was startling and yet exactly what you’d expect to hear when you sneak up on a commune in the desert. We looked at each other like, “Are you hearing this too?” We listened for a few moments. I was wondered if it was an after-hours concert, spirit-summoning ritual, or just what a lone militant nudist hippie does with his downtime.

The wind must have shifted again, because then we could hear dishes clanking from what must’ve been the cafe. The sound brought us back to earth. Even militant nudist hippie colonies have dishes to do after dinner.
We considered sneaking around a little more, but we knew that people did live there. Whatever kind of weird angry naked hippie mystical flute-playing stuff they were into, they deserve to have their privacy respected. Plus, the setting was just plain creepy. So we got back in the car and drove back towards the freeway lights and then home.
Even if it meant that Phillip was right, I was glad we went. I was still unsure if the place was filled with lonely hippies or New Age nudists or militant flutists or what, but I was relieved that we hadn’t been confronted by anything more than the sound of an otherworldly flute over the silent desert.
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Note: I don’t have photos from this first trip to Arcosanti, since it was so dark. Post photos are from when we went back in the daytime – and got some answers!
I’ll be posting about what we found out soon! Keep an eye out here, on Twitter, or subscribe to make sure you don’t miss it!