That’s what’s currently wending its way through my digestive track as I write this. It was delicious. Scrambled eggs with green chili, organic thick cut bacon and cheese on a garlic bagel. I ate it all very quickly.
Green chilies, as it turns out, is a major part of the Santa Fe flare, and I’m loving it. Everywhere I go, even when Rita’s fantastic roommate is cooking for me at her home, green chills are in my food. Green chili burritos, eggs, quinoa, calzones. For the rest of my life, whenever I get that cold heat in my nose from slicing open a green chili, I will think of this city.
Santa Fe feels like practice for Peru. It’s high up in the mountains, and I can feel the altitude when I’m walking around. Due to some strict building codes and a reputation, all buildings in Santa Fe are built adobe style. Everything, from liquor stores to consignment shops are red clay and stucco. Every morning, as I walk to the cafe where I’m writing this, one or two hawks fly right over my head. Little black ones, dad, but definitely hawks. It makes it feel like someone reshuffled the American/Mexican border. Lovely.
Of course, the most lovely part of this whole place is the person that lives here, the one and only Rita “Yee-Haw” O’Connell.
Here’s where she lives, and where I am staying:
It’s a little bungalow, old and low to the ground, with excellent shag carpets and strange but beautiful paintings by one of her roommates’ grandmother.
Rita works every day from 8:30 to 2pm, so most of my days are spent relaxing in her house. She taught me to play chess the other day in a laundry mat, and since then I have spent my mornings practicing the game with her roommate, Jack, the one that cooks. In fact, we usually are eating eggs, green chili and crispy hash browns while we play. I can say usually, because it’s happened twice and I’ve only been here for 3 mornings.
After a nice quiet, relaxing morning in her house (I deserve it; a bed and a shower were very missed and will be missed again), I usually set out to walking around Santa Fe. It has been in the 40s and windy, so today I have succumbed to just hanging out in this awesome coffee shop only a few blocks from Rita’s house and drinking too much coffee. But here are some things I saw while walking around:
Sorry…still don’t know how to flip…
Soon Rita will be out of work and we’ll head a few towns over to Taos, where Rita used to live. Can’t wait! Then…LA here I come. Rumors of Disneyland as my final act in America.
*Note: Last night I saw the movie Dr. Strangelove. I strangeloved it.