Jim and Bobbie came by this morning, and we made a plan to meet at a casino sorta near Albuquerque tomorrow. That’ll give us a chance to invade our friends at the balloon festival. And it gets me out of this pit of an rv park. No one has come by to ask for money, and if they don’t get here before my leaving time, they’re out of luck. They should be paying me to park here.
I went into Santa Fe this afternoon, not to look at the shockingly huge amount of stuff for sale, but to sit in the plaza and listen to music and watch people. One of the more enjoyable places in the US. Santa Fe is very, very Santa Fe, and I could see getting a little bored with it. There’s Santa Fe turquoise and silver, pottery and blankets, Santa Fe architecture, Santa Fe dress styles. I like it, there are splendid things to see and do, but it brought to mind Las Vegas and Disneyland. A mono culture in all respects.
A male dressed in full Santa Fe garb, completely common there, would appear out-of-place anywhere 20 miles away and further. It’s interesting, a social meme that is so tightly confined geographically.