Thursday, October 02, 2008

Girls Getaway continued

Look, I have pictures too!

Eric's mom made sure we started out both Saturday and Sunday with a hearty sit down breakfast at her favorite spots in Santa Fe. And it wouldn't be the day's most important meal in New Mexico without plenty of green chile (green chile bagels on Saturday, huevos topped with green chile on Sunday). Or lunch (green chile stew, green chile apple pie...) Or dinner (green chile enchiladas. Both nights.)

Good solid singing. Lots of eclectic songs. Saw some familiar faces from CA, TX and beyond, and met some extremely nice local folks. And plenty of intrigued Balloon Museum visitors who ventured upstairs to look on. Any more singing commentary, Katie?

Saturday night we headed back to Santa Fe, in which our attempt to make plans snagged on many variations upon this theme:
Eric: Ooh, what about that great restaurant?
Eric's mom: Oh, that place burned down.

Fires and the excessive makeover of Santa Fe notwithstanding, we made a good faith effort to revisit Eric's 15 year old memories of his hometown. And instead of creating any new memories, god forbid, we proceeded to have exactly the same evening Katie had on her last trip 2 years ago. I won't spoil the details, so that we can follow the same itinerary with those gentle readers who want to come along next time!

Sunday we had more good singing, bid farewell to Eric and his family, and checked into the Monterey Non-Smoker's Motel. Since Katie put me in charge of the itinerary for the weekend, I chose the place with the best name the cheapest non-chain place that got clean reviews. It's actually one of the better maintained historic motels along Route 66. Complete with "European hospitality" and pool, walking distance from the old town and river. After a little walking around old town and the tricentennial park, dinner at El Patio, which was as good as former ABQ resident Inder insisted it would be (even to stomachs initially resistant to yet more new-mex-mex cuisine), we indulged in a little nightswimming. Then in the am we packed in a full day of sightseeing... the botanic garden, lunch at the cutest vegan chinese place by the university, and the longest tramway in the world.

OK, ABQ tramway. Not to be a snob, but I have to say you don't quite measure up to the Teleferiqo in Quito. (And not only because I didn't get the same thrill of facing death, what with actually trusting your safety measures.) First off, way more expensive. Second, we got a big public shuttle thing instead of little personalized boxes with seating. Granted, you do ascend about 4,000 feet, the same as the Teleferiqo, but the Sandia Crest sits at only 10,378 compared to Pichincha's 13,300 ft. And, most importantly, your mountain vista? Kind of hard to top the Andes. My nostalgia aside, Katie and I took a lovely little hike over to the Kiwanis cabin, built in 1930s by the CCC for stranded skiiers. (Yikes, to be a stranded skiier in the 30s!) Mostly we oohed and ahhed at the existence of autumn.

Then we hightailed it back to the airport!! Single tear.

Let's do it again in 2010!

1 comment:

  1. I kind of doubt that Rebecca is susceptible to altitude sickness, given her time in the Andes, but we always used to hear great stories about sea-level-lubbers flying out to ABQ and deciding to hit the tram FIRST THING. 11K feet in four hours? Can be a bad idea. I hear they have lots of oxygen tanks up there on the top, just for those tools.