Oh Santa Fe.

Since everyone's been asking me how it was, here's a little excerpt from my journal, re: Santa Fe.

Santa Fe is a refuge for aging hippies and 30-something art-types. The air smells of wood smoke and red chiles. There are about a million art galleries. Public art everywhere. The people are friendly; you can strike up a conversation with just about anyone.

All the buildings are adobe. Office buildings, houses, churches: adobe. They are the same colors as the desert. Soft, gentle hues that commune with the surroundings.

The city itself is situated on a high desert plain. The desert is full of amazing colors, and the colors change as the cun passes overhead. The sky is just huge. Huge and clear and blue. The air itself is thinner. Less oxygen. But amazing. The clarity of the light in the thinner atmosphere. Ah! Sigh!

And just past the city in every direction are the mountains. They are still snow-capped, even in March. Beautiful.

Well. Yeah. I had a good time. And you can see a few of the pictures I took. I'll probably post more at some point.