As a general rule, cities cause me discomfort. I prefer the country, open horizon lines, clean air and antelope herds. I have, in days past, experienced feelings of culture shock while traveling into and out of cities from rather rural homes. Driving into Anchorage, Alaska for provisions from Copper Center used to terrify me. Buzzing over to Los Angeles from the tiny river town of Parker, Arizona made my head hurt. Even now, going to Boise or Salt Lake City is enough to exhaust me on such a deep level that I usually need a day of recovery once I return home.
Cities tend to leave me feeling tired, hyper-stimulated and bewildered. Please believe me when I say I am not anti-city. I think cities can be wonderful places and have explored many with great pleasure, however, I find they sap my strength, tax my mind and weary my senses. With that said, cities are not usually my focus when I travel. Usually my trips involve being outside, hugging trees, catching fish, rowing my raft and riding horses. So, when I travel with M, it’s refreshing to be with someone who is tremendously comfortable in urban places, someone who can safely expose me to experiences I rarely choose to expose myself to. Does that make sense?
She took care of a lot of the driving on this trip, especially when we were in cities, which really helped me to stay sane. Filtering large loads of information at high speeds is not one of my mental talents. If my eyes see something lovely, I focus on it. I refrain from multi-tasking in life and my senses and mind seem to be wired in a similar manner. I take in delicious pieces of the world around me and really focus on every single bite as it passes through my system in full chroma, full texture, full scent, full feel…full fullness. It’s how I operate. Having M by my side keeps me within my filtration comfort zone, she’s sort of my seeing eye dog in big cities. She is a solid thing I can trust to lead me on when I fall victim to my senses or am struggling with complete overload. I realize this makes me sound fragile, and I suppose I am, in some ways.
What to say about Santa Fe — it’s a beautiful old town. There is so much art! There is so much jewelry (I grew desensitized to the beauty of it, actually…)! There is so much strolling to do, drinks to sip, tacos to munch, turquoise to buy. It’s a great city.
Taos is more my style. It’s small, charming, quiet(er) and set against a lovely high desert backdrop of rolling mountains and blue sky. I’d like to do a writing workshop there sometime and am keeping an eye out for opportunities.
The last couple of days of our trip found us storm chasing (more on that in a moment), gallery hopping in Madrid, bracing against gale force winds in a high and winsome desert on sandstone cliffs, beneath gaping arches, in piney forests, under stormy clouds, in the grips of burning sunsets and so on and so forth until the highway spilled us back down into Arizona where the skies are impossibly blue and I caught my flight home to Idaho. Frankly, it was the best time I ever had in a white Miata.
Love you M. Let’s do it all over again, sometime soon.
I used to live in Madrid, it’s an amazing town! Did you visit The Mine Shaft Tavern? It’s the best place ever.
We did not go inside. It was SO hot when we were there. We really lingered in the spots that had AC. 🙂
I totally feel ya about cities. I love them on the one hand for all they have packed into them. The bustling cityscape. But they wear me out. Natural spaces….that’s where my soul finds peace. Excellent pics from your trip. Thanks for sharing!
My pleasure, Sandra!
YAY! You got the Gorge Effect – big sigh picture… and a quintessential NM sunset 🙂 *muah!*
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Hel Lady Plume!! Wow, you have such an amazing eye, these photos are amaze balls!! Thank you for sharing! XoX! S.
Opps, typo… “Hey”
HA HA! Thanks Simone!
rich, juicy imagery is dripping down my chin with each post, but the one that sticks to my ribs is the photo of the cocktail and the plate of greens…damn fine, noisy, damn fine
Thanks, Baby. I did my best!
i hear ya’ on the city driving.
i lose my serenity, i feel the anxiety, the closer i am to the cities.
beautiful scenery well-captured.
thanks to m for driving you about.
love you.
BIG thanks to M for doing so much driving. She’s a real road warrior.
OH! That color! I generally like things to be simple, clean (white), but seeing all that color just makes me want to throw it on the walls and roll in it.
I know! I am actually about to paint one of the living room walls MUSTARD. 🙂
Thanks for sharing these beautiful pics. I’ve been following you for a few months, definitely my new favourite website.
So glad to have you here, Jen!
Do you think long ago someone came to the desert in the middle of the hot, dry brown summer and said, “Oh! Cool! All this place needs is a little color!” and took it from there? I’m always blown away in the Southwest by the COLOR. And New Mexico has got it by the buckets. Natural AND adorned! Looks like a great trip with a great friend! GOOD TIMES!!!
HA!
Maybe!
The landscape can be so colorless here…perhaps there is more color in homes and wardrobes because of it. Or maybe more eccentrics are drawn to the desert? I don’t know. But New Mexico is SPECTACULAR with color. It’s so great.
Bahaha! I’ll be your seeing eye dog forever and ever 😉