In the few days we have been in New Mexico I have had red chili with beans, green chili quiche, green chili cheese fries (yum), green chili with slow cooked brisket (from the Mine Shaft in Madrid, oh so good) and red/green chili (or Christmas style as they call it here) with ground beef. The last one was overpriced (it was served just a few feet away from the Santa Fe Plaza) but worth every penny. And while Corey says this is really nothing to brag about, I disagree. It took commitment, time and a stomach I honestly did not know I had.

Santa Fe is about ten miles but also about ten degrees cooler from where we are staying. In the not so big city it was winter with that weird high desert snow that looks like tiny styrofoam balls blowing around. Back in our little Casita though, we laid about in the strong sun and pretended it wasn’t still in the forties. Everything slowed down here to the point we would not mind just a few more days of sloth. But all good things must come to an end. We are packed, ready to return to Albuquerque and then our train home.