I was told that it is not the desert. It is the high plains.
I had a wonderful time in Santa Fe. Big skies with any kind of cloud you can think of and thunder and lightning. Mountains and mesas. Ruins with ladders to climb. Galleries and the Georgia O'Keefe museum. (I saw so much art!) Good food. And best of all, great company. It took me 20 years to get there, and now I'm planning how to get back.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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I've always wanted to go there. thanks for the pics!
Ditto!
Santa Fe is wonderful, no?
A few years ago, we had an extended family reunion. One day, I escorted the older kids into town while the rest of my sibs and family took the little ones on an outing. I found a restaurant with a lovely courtyard, began drinking margaritas, and read most of The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Nighttime. The weather is perfect, I'm sitting under a mesquite tree at a wrought iron table -- the works.
Around six, my father calls to ask if I want to meet everyone for dinner. I verified that I couldn't walk to the restaurant, thought about it, and said, "No." Extended family or not, there was no way I was leaving that courtyard! He had to check it out, and we wound up going there every day for the rest of the trip. I can never remember the name of the place, other than that it is near the cathedral and slightly off the square.
K., it sounds like you need to find out the name and location of that restaurant and take T. there.
And then maybe I could long-distance introduce you to my friend's mom, who used to have a house in Ireland.
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