The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I can’t believe how quickly two weeks have flown by (not to mention the 200 bucks I pulled out of the ATM). Although we still have plenty of time left to enjoy ourselves, I am already starting to get those end-of-summer pangs. I don’t know if I’ve ever had them this early in the summer before. Partly that’s because, while I’m having a great time, I don’t think Santa Fe has cured me of my restlessness. A list, to illustrate:

Thursday.
Went on a morning run, saw the Museum of Spanish Colonial Art and Museum of Indian Arts and Culture, leftovers from Corinne’s chicken throwdown for dinner, salsa at Willee’s Blues Bar. Still can’t do 3 miles without stopping—high altitude, weak cardio, there goes training for the half-marathon; put on cute jeans and paid a $5 cover to NOT dance and get snubbed by the adorable 23 year old trumpeter we met last Saturday at El Farol.

Friday.
Cooking class at the culinary school. Interesting stuff about the (culinary) history of this region—food is a great way to teach history, as it turns out. Got rained out of the gallery walks but had a hilarious game night instead. However, do I really need to nap as much as a toddler does?

Saturday.
Went on a morning “run,” drove to Taos for the Powwow, had dinner at Los Mayas and a drink at the Hotel St. Francis Bar. The Powwow had some amazing dancing and regalia, adorable children, frybread (of course), and a ton of white people with big cameras—apparently very different from the powwow these girls went to two years ago.



Still can’t make it up the hill on Old Santa Fe Trail. Yesterday, I just gave up and walked home. Last night I ate so much pollo en mole that I went to bed feeling like a python that swallowed a peccary. Yves is going to kick my arse when I get back to Equinox. I sleep 8 hours a night in a comfortable bed and I still have huge bags under my eyes every day.

Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking. I’ll just stop there…