The drive from San Antonio was more of the same--cactus, cows, oil derricks and miles of open range. It's hard to believe that 150 years ago people were fighting over this land. Actually the local wars were more about water than land. We try to stay hydrated in this desert heat, but Willard's face is drying up like a severe sunburn. Looks like nurse Pat is going to have to dig deep into her bag of tricks.
We spent this morning touring "Old Town" in Albuquerque. It's a very small, compact area, nothing like the large historical areas of Savannah and Charleston. Every restored building in this area is now a gift shop or restaurant. Prices seem to be very reasonable for a tourist area. There is an abundance of Indian art, some of which may have been made in China. The skyline is dramatic without having tall skyscrapers. The architects of this area must truly enjoy designing structures that blend into the local scenery so neatly. This city is clean and tidy and is nothing like some the native American sites in the East (i.e. Cherokee, NC).
This afternoon we made the short drive to Santa Fe where we will be playing tourist for the next 48 hours. Tomorrow we will make the ritual visit to the Georgia O'Keeffe art museum where some of Ansel Adams works are supposed to be on display sometime this year. Hopefully, during our visit. Afterwards we will be hitting the local art galleries which we've been told are numerous. We're looking forward to discovering some affordable originals. Any suggestions will be appreciated.
We'll soon be heading out to happy hour and a free flow of margaritas. Just the thing to keep Willard hydrated. Too bad our 'kids'--Michael, Jessie, Robert, Julia and Goose--are not here to advise us about a restaurant selection for tonight. They will probably be quite jealous when we tell them later about the fine Mexican/American fare on which we will undoubtably over-indulge.
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