As we headed out from Las Vegas (New Mexico) we found Route 66 and headed toward the big flat mountain. This was the type of road we have come to expect and to love; quiet, two lane, and scenic. The mega road of US 40 was usually not too far away but as long as it was out of sight, we were happy.
We stopped at a very old and very small church. It was off the main road and a little isolated. Looking at it we could imagine what is must have been like when it was built. No cars, no Route 66, and plenty of horses. In the small, dry cemetery next to the church we saw one of the best tombstones we have ever seen in this country. I have seen monuments that show people soaring to heaven on wings of angels or held by graceful birds but this has to be a first in heavenly transportation.
We were told our next hotel was very historic and older than The Palace in Las Vegas (New Mexico). I really like staying in old places but maybe we pushed this one too far.
The view was magnificent; the old wagon trail was visible. We could follow that in the next trip maybe…or maybe not.
The place may have been old, but the view was worth it. I felt I could spend the afternoon on our balcony, cold adult beverage in hand, dreaming of times past and looking over the land below. We were shown to our room but it didn’t have a balcony, or a window, or even a real door.
It is time for me to step in and correct Bubba. These are not pictures of our hotel. They are pictures from the Pecos National Monument. This is an old pueblo that has the remains of the adobe church and a few of the original buildings including this kiva.
We rolled into old Santa Fe and stopped off to see the Saint Francis de Assisi Cathedral. This building was built around 1870 replacing an older adobe structure that was built around 1714 that replaced another church built around 1626.
In front and a little to one side is a maze that is patterned off the one in Chartres Cathedral in France.
I don’t know why we have to travel anyplace else. We are at a Spanish Cathedral named after an Italian Saint that has a French maze. A European tour right here in the Southwest United States.
We all know Franciscan monks like a simple life of poverty and selflessness. They devote their lives to helping others and rejecting personal pleasures.
They are not known as party people, except maybe for brother happy feet.
From Santa Fe we headed to Albuquerque. We stopped off for a hamburger at this joint. They had great credit terms; you could pay Tuesday for a hamburger today.
I’ll bet all you UK people thought Wimpy’s was started in your country.
While in Albuquerque, we came across this building. It was designed and the parts were built before it was assembled. When they got to the location they found they made the building too long so they had to squeeze it together a little. Some of the floors got bent up just a little bit.
When I got out of bed the next morning, I was drowsy. My vision was a tiny bit blurred but I thought I could see a lot of confetti in the air outside.
I drank a cup or ten of coffee and looked again. It wasn’t confetti. Of course it wasn’t. It was plain for all to see, the sky was filled with colorful light bulbs.
And off to my left you can even see a giant flying jug. I closed my eyes and looked again and, sure enough, the view did change.
I’m starting to not like what happens when you stay in a big city. It must be time to hit the road again.