Thanks for joining me again on our trails through New Mexico.
Picture the scene right now.
She sets the alarm for 6am, wraps up warm, because it is chilly here at the crack of sparrows, and sets off to the coffee shop to blog,
having been told it is always open at 6am.
Is it? Is it heckaslike!
So she parks up outside near where she know the modem inside to be, and tries her luck. Bingo. We have wifi!
So as you read this, picture me sat in a rental car OUTSIDE said coffee shop, trying to heat up.
That’s what I call dedication!
Yesterday, Steve and I took off for Old Town Albuquerque.
It’s one of my favourite places.
There is a wonderful leafy plaza right in the centre, where you can sit in the shade of the trees, and listen to music. There is always music coming from somewhere or somebody.
Yesterday there was a great jazz sax player busking on the corner.
I love the sax, and he was very soulful.
Good music like that really sets the scene and the pace, doesn’t it?
Across the plaza is a very old church,
San Felipe de Neri Church, built in 1793
Check out the blue skies again!
We have been so lucky all week.
They have followed us since we landed!
There are wonderful statues tucked in among the greenery, too.
You just have to stop and let your eyes find things.
And just look at this burst of beauty!
Everywhere you see beautiful flowers.
Only one bit of bad news:
Steve is not coming home.
He has been offered a job here and has decided to stay.
They have asked him to be Deputy Sheriff.
The pay’s not as good, but he gets a gun, he loves the uniform
and the weather’s lovely.
Steve had to kneel down and crouch behind the cutout because evidently they assume that kids are short, and not 6’4″.
and I had to kneel down to get the right angle on the photo.
Well it wasn’t till I was down there and I looked through the eye of the camera that it hit me how comical he looked.
So that was it. I was in a giggle-lock and could get up off my knee.
In the meantime, Steve’s back had siezed up again (it has been giving him stick since the session in the shower!),
and he was stuck behind the cowboy cutout.
People passed us by, and there we were,
trapped in our own comedy sketch.
It was the silent wheezing which gave it away. You know when your laughter goes to the next level and there is no sound?
Eventually, it was Steve who was able to raise himself up and shuffle over to me and haul me up on my feet.
There is nothing like it.
Clowning about with people you love.
Keeps you young.
And now the car is toasty, and I shall go back to the house for a cup of tea. We are off to Acoma, Sky City today.
Nancy, (my tyre-home friend) is coming too, so that will be fun.
Tomorrow we head back to reality, back to work, back to Blighty.
Can’t wait to see Dave. But otherwise I could quite happily apply for the Deputy Sheriff’s boot cleaner’s job!
Love and Hugs,