new mexico (four)

we ate the most delicious food in new mexico.  it seemed that every restaurant had vegan options, gluten free options, organic options, locally sourced options.  the reverance for the land and the reverance for food seemed intertwined in our (very limited) eating in and around santa fe.  i can't remember a stretch of time away when i've eaten out at every meal, eaten so well, and felt so satisfied.

the highlights:

the love apple in taos.  i had a crush the very minute we walked in through the kitchen, where giant vats of dried beans and grains are stored on shelves next to the door.  the dining room was adorable.  and the food was divine, our best meal of the whole trip, hands down.  dave ate antelope, i ate a tamale with local greens and a local egg.  it was heaven.

pasqual's.  everybody we know and trust told us to eat breakfast at pasqual's, and we did.  every single morning.  and never ate the same thing twice.  what i would give for their huevos montelanos (made with tofu instead of eggs) right this very minute.

the tune up cafe.  we found this one completely on our own, and almost by accident.  order at the counter, take a seat, and wait for your colorado mole (or your brown rice + nut burger, or your peanut butter cookies, ahem) to be delivered to your table.  yum.

vinagrette.  why doesn't my city have a place like this?

la boca.  i confess that i ordered a second salad of watermelon, tomato, feta cheese, and olives after i finished the first.  my mouth is watering at the memory.

my tummy is rumbling now, too.


new mexico (three)

i am afraid of heights.  it's not being up high, exactly, it's more about being on the edge.  i am afraid of edges, really.

when we went to yosemite four or so years ago, i was willing my body to melt into the side of the mountain all the way up the switchback trail.  but all the way up i kept saying to the kids, "please be sure, when you tell this story to your own children one day, please be sure they know that no matter how afraid i was, that i DID it."  and i did.  they still talk about that hike and they still laugh at me and that's ok, because i know that my fear is irrational, but i did it.

we hiked to the top of the tent rocks national monument outside of santa fe two weeks ago.  the hike was mostly in a (stunning) canyon; the climb was steep, the ground was sandy, there were rocks to scramble over, but as we went up and up and up there were no edges, until at last, there were.

i climbed as far as i could with dry palms and i sent dave on the rest of the way without me.  these shots of the rock formations were taken from that spot.  i was high up there, and sitting on the edge, and feeling fine about all of it, when dave came back to get me.  he had made it to the top, it was spectacular, and he said i had to go.  so i did.  with his hand and his encouragement, i made it to the very top.  (turns out it was only that one spot that was scary for me - the rest of the hike up was cake.)  i'm so glad i did.  and i couldn't have without dave's encouragement - a perfect meataphor for the weekend of our wedding anniversary.


new mexico (two)

my grandfather was a cowboy.  he died when i was ten and suddenly i have a burning need to find the photo of the two of us - the one where my grandfather is wearing his cowboy hat and boots and maybe one of those leather ties with a silver clip, and i am maybe five and looking cute.  my grandmother might have been a cowgirl back in the day (except that you would never have used the word girl to describe her) but she lived until eleven months ago and she was so many things in those in between years.  regal comes to mind - elegant and graceful and imposing, even in the face of her illness.  come to think of it, the picture i remember might be of my grandmother all decked out, and me.

i felt their spirit strong in new mexico this weekend.

my grandparents spent a lot of time in the southwest and my grandfather took a lot of pictures - my mother still has his bag of cameras and lenses, and wheels and wheels of slides.  this feels like something my grandfather shot once, on slide film, with that sky that's both hazy and brilliant at the self-same time.  i'll have to go looking for that photo now too.


new mexico (one)


and home.

we packed the car in a drizzle this morning and stopped at our favorite bakery for breakfast sandwiches (and two cupcakes and the rest of the carrot-orange cookies).  we were on the road at 755 and off the cape by 9.  there were at least four bridges, and there was one torrential rain storm.  there were two naps (mine) and six discs of harry potter.  there was foul language in connecticut, as has become our family tradition, and there was a stop for provisions at lunch time where we bumped into friends from our synagogue.

i still have stories to tell from our time away, and images to share.  i am trying to hold onto bits of vacation, as i always do when we return home, and i'm thinking about walking the dog and brewing iced tea and purging possessions and making quinoa salad and hanging onto the yoga i practiced faithfully while we were away.

but for now, we are unpacked and the laundry is done and dinner was concocted from whatever was left in the cabinets and the children are tucked in their own beds and home is spacious and warm (or cool, depending how you see it) and inviting and mine.

until soon.