On our July trip to New Mexico, we went to Santa Fe twice – once on the Saturday after we arrived, and then on July 4th. I’ll work backwards, and start with the latter. And then next time offer some general Santa Fe thoughts. Garnered from my all of seven hours spent in the city, you know.
This was the day we were leaving La Lomita – our very wonderful rental outside of Espanada, northwest of Santa Fe. I’d booked this trip late, so those three days were all I was able to get in the house. So on our way to spend the last two days of our trip down in Albuquerque, after pulling off the road for two minutes and gazing at Camel Rock
and agreeing that yes, indeed, it does look like a camel, we stopped to see how Santa Fe was celebrating the 4th.
Well, there was a band in the Plaza. I believe it was an Air Force Reserve band.
There was a car show.
The boys loved the cars and I admit, some of them were pretty sweet. I was especially fascinated by how long those old boats were. Some of them longer than a minivan. Can you get a sense of it?
How did people parallel park those things?
The best part of the day, though, was the capitol building, which was open – what a great surprise.
I’d hoped it would be, since it’s one of the more renowned state capital buildings – known not only for its unusual round shape, but for its art collection as well. There were just a few of us wandering the rotunda, the halls and the empty legislative houses.
And studying the art collection.
(Which was impressive. I took a lot of photos of descriptive placards so I could come back and learn more about these artists)
We ate lunch at The Shed - I had the posole, which was great (in case you haven’t noticed, I am a soup and stew fiend. Don’t know why, but I am. )
And since we’d done most of the churches and other historic sites the previous Saturday and I wasn’t in a museum mood, we headed out of town down to Albuquerque where, at the next attraction - Tinkertown, which is certainly photo-worthy – I discovered that my camera had gone missing.
Well, since camera’s can’t walk or fly, that’s not quite right, is it? So, I’ll take responsibility and stop blaming the camera. And the minute I realized it was gone, I knew exactly where it was, too. In one of those weird voices of intuition/prophecy or what have you, when I had slung the camera in its case over the back of my chair at the Shed, I heard, you’re going to leave it there. No, I won’t, I thought – but thanks for the nudge to be extra careful to remember to take it.
Which I didn’t. Unbelievable. It was one of those times I disobeyed my own rules of the road – the rule that’s gotten me through numerous trips managing kids alone here and abroad – before you move from one location to the next – check. Pat yourself down and make sure you’ve got..purse…car keys..hotel keys..passports…CAMERA.
Well, I called the restaurant right there in the scrubby Tinkertown yard and yes, they’d found it, and yes it was mine – I described the photos on it (basically that day’s photos of the capital and so on, since I’d put the previous days’ photos on the computer), and they promised they’d send it to Birmingham.
And they did – so thanks to The Shed for that kindness!
So…that’s a good 4th of July, right? Some state government, some art, military reserve bands, big old (mostly) American cars, pondering the complex history and identity of this region of the country, and, best of all for some, I’m guessing…
…alternating between basketball and swimming at the Albuquerque Residence Inn, with fireworks exploding in the background that night.