Taos, Santa Fe and Albuquerque, three sisters of New Mexico. If you ask locals in Santa Fe about Taos, they will tell you that Taos is a Santa Fe want-to-be. If you ask locals in Taos about Santa Fe, they will tell you that Santa Fe is too commercial. If you ask locals in Albuquerque about both Taos and Santa Fe, they will tell you that they are both artsy resorts and Albuquerque is the genuine article. But, truthfully, all three are somewhat duplicated and competing for the same turf of tourism, trinkets and tradition. And Santa Fe is clearly the “prettier sister“. The colors seem richer, the art finer, the jewelry more inspirational, the people nicer, the architecture more interesting and the food delicious. Corny to think … “the grass was greener, the days were sunnier…” but it sure seemed that way in Santa Fe. Slowly your shoulders relaxed, your mind cleared, your countenance sweetened.
Albuquerque was really a hop, skip and jump after Santa Fe. Hopped in the car for the short drive, skipped most of the town in order to jump into an hot air balloon ride at dawn tomorrow. Arriving mid afternoon, we took in Old Town’s shopping area and not much else. I did call my buddy Kevin and related that “we are walking in sunshine, savoring the scenery, inhaling the aroma and listening to local music“. Let’s just say his quick response was more direct than CEE-LO’s current hit, “Forget You“(!) It was sort of the perfect reply. What’s the point of having sunny fun if your friends can’t be envious? But, I was happy for a short ride and a relaxed day before what is going to be a long gallop to Flagstaff after the balloon ride to prime us for Page, AZ, and the Antelope Canyon.