Concho belts & Navajo rugs
Trip Start Feb 12, 2011
27Trip End Mar 09, 2011
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Santa Fe Motel and Inn
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
We waited & perused while Sissel phoned one of the artists to ask if he'd fax a picture of a particular belt that Viv liked and when that didn't work out Sissel organised to pick up two belts and bring them in next day for Viv to check out.
Off to Museum Hill. Unfortunately all bar the Wheelright Museum was closed on a Monday but this is the site of the original Trading Post in Santa Fe and there was an exhibition on of rugs woven in the area, with the history and relationships of the people, mostly but not all women, who wove them. We lucked out really....sat on the floor watching a beautiful old woman on film showing how to card the wool and cried a bit to hear her talking about "...when your arm and hand is ready..." the inherent trust she had in her body was beautiful
Remembering my own grandma.
Back in to Santa Fe, and we park right behind the oldest church still standing in the USA which is across the lane from the oldest house! Spoke with the lovely woman who decided to take on the Oldest House as a business and has opened it up to tourists, also providing a range of home-baked goodies and delightful conversation.
After this we set off walking to see the Richard C Miller collection at The Monroe Gallery on East San Francisco St; photographs of James Dean on the set of Giant, Marilyn when she was Norma Jean, one of Tina Turner & Janis Joplin singing together, Ghandi, John Lennon, Audrey Hepburn.
Most were for sale. Slather, drool.
Lunch at East SF Street Bar & Grill - delICIOUS mushroom soup and a local, hopi beer....yum!
Viv then went off on her belt mission and I went wandering. Found a beautiful church with a labyrinth which I walked, and spotted a few places selling belts to tell Viv about. However, Viv had been busy and came to find me for an opinion. Within an hour she was the proud owner of a very beautiful concho belt, and poorer about $ mmbla*>hmmm? WHAT!
Everyone was happy, and we went home to gloat over the day and all it contained.
I then spent an hour on the internet & returned to the room to find Viv engrossed in trashy TV. Umm.....we goin out to seek music and revelry or what?!
As I glanced at the screen my eyes glazed over and my protest died on my lips and became...."so, who's that? Her dad?"
At the end of one show we quickly rushed out for take-away, thinking, Oooooh, KFC - let's try that! We know what it'll taste like, what it'll cost, it'll be quick...... oh what a mistake on our part....one young lady refused to serve us, the very embarrassed older woman picked up the slack and was lovely but the chicken was shite. Worst meal we'd had. And service. We discussed why? Cos we're gay? I believe we clearly established back in Page that we're not. Cos we're gringo's? We are. Cos we're unbelievable gorgeous Australian women and radiate confidence and worldliness, which must be threatening to a gum-chewing little brat......oops. Yes, that's it!
Home, now to eps of Basketballers' Wives and the knowledge that tomorrow we have a mammoth drive to Oklahoma City .Should go to sleep but just ....... can't ........ drag ...... self ....... away ...... from ...... the TV