Seasons Greetings from Santa Fe
We just spent a magical week in Santa Fe where the babies saw their first snow and snowfall and spent time with family. The Southwest is a beautiful place any time of the year, but at Christmastime, it is so unique. Santa Fe glows at night with its farolito-lits rooftops, this is truly the Land of Enchantment. I love the big blue open skies where you swear you can see one of John Ford’s cowboys riding into the sunset. I always buy a bag of piñon coffee to drink in the morning, make a point to stroll the Santa Fe plaza, have a green chile something or other (enchiladas usually) with a salty margarita, and hit the road. There’s nothing like a long drive in the Southwest. We didn’t get to Madrid this year (pronounced MAD-rid)- a quirky little mining town on the Turquoise Trail, but I managed to snap a photo of its exit. Madrid is home to a hilarious little theater, open in the summer, and the great Mine Shaft Tavern which bills itself as one of the last great roadhouses- talk about people watching. If you find yourself in this part of the world, do not miss Madrid.
This trip, my Uncle Craig and Aunt Vermelle turned me on to Bobcat Bite. I’d never been and we swung by to see where one of the world’s greatest green chile cheeseburgers is made, according to the Bon Appetit, Gourmet, the Food Network, etc. It’s a great little roadside stop just down the highway from Harry’s Roadhouse, another favorite.
We got married in Taos so I have an extra affinity toward this part of the world and am always so happy to return. Thanks for the memories once again, New Mexico. See you again soon.
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