Unfortunately this was just a
drive by through Santa Fe (I know I'm like a pizza w/ extra cheese, sok)
Yesterday after my first trip to the gym since attempting Jillian Michaels with my friend Alison in Nashville. Then it was off to the Church St. Cafe in old town Albuquerque to eat with Diane and her friend Diana. This seemingly quaint cafe is surprisingly big. Diana, a local, took us through several rooms until we reached the enclosed outdoor patio where we sat well shaded in a perfect summer morning. We all got the huevos rancheros, Diana and I with the red chili and Diane with the green, and after I'd eaten almost my entire plate of deliciousness (2 eggs over medium on blue corn tortillas smothered in red chili with a side of beans and potatoes, mmm) Diane and I each got a sopapilla, a name which I find a perfect translation of Spanish to English because you can use this delicious fried dough to "sop" up the honey you eat it with. This is my personal translation.
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| San Felipe Church in Old Town Albuquerque |
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| awesome benches! |
Then we walked around Old Town Albuquerque for a bit, taking a look at the preparation for a fiesta they were having later on in the day. Then it was goodbye to Diane and Diana and hello to the open road.
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| Reflections Gallery |
I drove the one hour up to Santa Fe from Albuquerque and found street parking (after 20 minutes). It was fun to walk around the plaza and discover a small art show near the art museum. One of the paintings was so striking to me I had to stop and walk over to it. It was a large oil on canvas of a winding river in golden grass. Four fifths of the canvas was sky though. I was staring for so long the artist came over and started talking to me which made me feel bad because I can't afford to buy anything so I quietly slipped away into the ally (no joke it was really an ally) towards the hubub of the plaza again. Taking the advice of Diana and Diane I walked over to Canyon Road which is filled with galleries. I walked into Reflections and discovered Pedro Fraile's landscapes. From there I walked across the street to the Cafe Des Artistes where a very kind frenchman made me a deliciously strong latte.
Then it was back across the very underwhelming Santa Fe "river" to the car and off to Pagosa Springs!!!
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| Santa Fe River |
Yesterday after my first trip to the gym since attempting Jillian Michaels with my friend Alison in Nashville. Then it was off to the Church St. Cafe in old town Albuquerque to eat with Diane and her friend Diana. This seemingly quaint cafe is surprisingly big. Diana, a local, took us through several rooms until we reached the enclosed outdoor patio where we sat well shaded in a perfect summer morning. We all got the huevos rancheros, Diana and I with the red chili and Diane with the green, and after I'd eaten almost my entire plate of deliciousness (2 eggs over medium on blue corn tortillas smothered in red chili with a side of beans and potatoes, mmm) Diane and I each got a sopapilla, a name which I find a perfect translation of Spanish to English because you can use this delicious fried dough to "sop" up the honey you eat it with. This is my personal translation.
I drove the one hour up to Santa Fe from Albuquerque and found street parking (after 20 minutes). It was fun to walk around the plaza and discover a small art show near the art museum. One of the paintings was so striking to me I had to stop and walk over to it. It was a large oil on canvas of a winding river in golden grass. Four fifths of the canvas was sky though. I was staring for so long the artist came over and started talking to me which made me feel bad because I can't afford to buy anything so I quietly slipped away into the ally (no joke it was really an ally) towards the hubub of the plaza again. Taking the advice of Diana and Diane I walked over to Canyon Road which is filled with galleries. I walked into Reflections and discovered Pedro Fraile's landscapes. From there I walked across the street to the Cafe Des Artistes where a very kind frenchman made me a deliciously strong latte. 
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