One thing that Andrew hates about me is that anytime we go on vacation, I hate coming home and I bitch for two days about how much I hate crappy St. Louis and why the hell do I live in that soul-sucking wasteland (oh yeah -- the job and the cheap housing.........the cheap housing being the result, of course, of the lack of demand for housing, due to the fact no one wants to live in such a dull little cowtown where natives appear to be unaware that there is a world outside the 314 and 636 area codes). He tells me to shut my trap and move. I point out that hell will freeze over before I take another bar exam. He poopoos this. Anyone who has ever taken a bar exam understands why I simply refuse to do that to myself again, and he just doesn't get it.
Having said all that, I've been to New Mexico. Damn them and their lack of reciprocity (although Colorado has it).
Nancy needs to live in mountains. And New Mexico has 'em.
I'd wanted to go to Santa Fe and Taos for a long time. We decided to go. The deal here is that Andrew must behave himself at all times. If he behaves poorly even one day, I will never travel with him anywhere ever again. I will go places alone, places he would love to see, and taunt him. He agrees that he must behave at all times.
We did not skimp on accomodations. We did not skimp on a car. We skimped on the flight, but I don't care about that. I care about nice hotels and a comfortable car if I'm doing lots of touring.
And so, I now describe exactly WHY, once again, I am reminded that I hate St. Louis and why it sucks so much.
Having said all that, I've been to New Mexico. Damn them and their lack of reciprocity (although Colorado has it).
Nancy needs to live in mountains. And New Mexico has 'em.
I'd wanted to go to Santa Fe and Taos for a long time. We decided to go. The deal here is that Andrew must behave himself at all times. If he behaves poorly even one day, I will never travel with him anywhere ever again. I will go places alone, places he would love to see, and taunt him. He agrees that he must behave at all times.
We did not skimp on accomodations. We did not skimp on a car. We skimped on the flight, but I don't care about that. I care about nice hotels and a comfortable car if I'm doing lots of touring.
And so, I now describe exactly WHY, once again, I am reminded that I hate St. Louis and why it sucks so much.
DAY ONE: Flights, Albuquerque, driving, Santa Fe
Our efforts to get to the airport on time and at a god-awful hour in the morning are for naught. We sit trapped on an airplane for an hour while they fix something they don't even need for our flight. Our feckless president, who has placed a mandate on investigating airline delays, fails me yet again. At least Mussolini got the trains to run on time. The current Fascist in Chief can't even do THAT -- not a good commentary on Yale, Harvard Business School, Texas, or cheerleading.
We get to Albuquerque. Nice little airport. We rent a nice 2008 Maxima (I have a 2000 at home, and I love that car) and Andrew springs for a GPS because he can't stand life without a gadget, and he left his laptop at home at my strong suggestion.
We drive around ABQ. We drive to University of New Mexico, park, and find a lovely place to eat. El Patio (Picture 1). We eat on el patio, where I order the vegetarian burrito: an avocado and tomato burrito covered in green chile sauce, with guacamole on the side. Mmmmmmmm. Andrew gets a pork adovada burrito swimming in red chile sauce. We walk around UNM. Lovely little campus, filled with kids that I swear look too young to drive or have sex. We stop in the bookstore for Andrew's traditional T-shirt (anywhere we go, he likest to get a shirt from the local university -- he has quite the collection now. His Brown T-shirt is on its last hurrah, so maybe we need to go back east).
Back in the car, onward ho to Santa Fe. We take the Turquoise Trail.
We go to Sandia Peak. The air is thin, and even on the short upward hike to the scenic overlook, I get light headed and am in a cartoon world for about 30 seconds. But the view is lovely (Picture 2). St. Louis sucks. New Mexico doesn't.
Next, we go through Madrid (Picture 3). Madrid is a few shacks and some artist types.
3 comments:
One hates to bring it up, but I know a woman who is doing our job from Vermont, with one obligatory monthly visit to the office.
Of course, working from home is not for me (not now anyway), but I understand there are those who can swing it.
Vermont. Hmmmmm. I like Vermont.
I'm not especially fond of working from home, and I can't imagine how it can be done with one trip to work per month -- unless, of course, I only filed one brief every two months.
evidently, there is a lot of Fedexing records back and forth and the faxing of edits of drafts as well.
the people I know who do it are the productive ones - miss your points once and you can't start, miss them while you are telecommuting, and you are back in the office.
so somehow they manage it.
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