Day 3 started off with a whimper. Neither of us had slept very well despite the super comfy beds. We staggered down to our hotel’s continental breakfast and were welcomed by a pretty decent spread with eggs, sausage, pastries, cereals, fruit etc… and again the super nice people. We stocked up on coffee and water – both now feeling the altitude a bit. (Santa Fe is at about 7000 feet). The plan for the day was all museums and the Plaza.
It was a sunny morning and about a 5 minute walk from our hotel to our first stop – The Georgia O’Keefe Museum. The plan was to head first for the furthest point on our map and then meander our way back to the hotel all day. On our way to the museum we passed the spot where Native American artisans set up their wares to sell all day. It’s a great place to find turquiose and other stones as well as Native American folk art and the like. I’m not the type of shopper who can spend any amount of time pondering my options. If I see something that catches my eye and the price is right – I buy it. And then I’m done. I rarely look again or look at anything else. I’m the same at restaurants. As soon as I spy something on the menu that looks like what I want to eat, the menu closes. Anyhow – that’s what happened here. I spied a really lovely piece of cerulean- colored stone hanging from a silver chain.
Looks a lot like this…
The Georgia O’Keefe is not a complete collection of her work as I’m the main art museum in your town has a piece or two in it’s collection, but it is dedicated to her and includes a bit of her history etc…I found really interesting. Like did you know that she was initially really upset that people interpreted the imagery created by some of her most famous flower paintings as sexual? Not her intention apparently. She got the reputation for being a bit of a sensual sexpot because her husband (Alfred Steiglitz) took a bunch of nude photos of her and displayed them in a show. Who knew.
We hit 2 more museums before stopping for lunch:
Lunch was at a restaurant I’d seen on many “Must do” lists about Santa Fe. The Shed. Tucked back in a courtyard behind a line of shops, it was clear lots of other folks had seen the same “must do” lists I’d seen. We had about a 25 minute wait before being seated. The food was good – simply prepared and freshly made. But the most striking thing about The Shed was that the waitstaff was ridiculously good looking. At least our waiter. He looked like Paul Rudd’s handsomer younger brother. blush-worthy.
After lunch we hit two more spots before heading back to the hotel for a rest
I took a nap after lunch and Beth did a bit more shopping. We met for a drink at The Coyote Café in hopes we’d be able sit on their outdoor deck. No such luck. However – if you go try to get a table. It has a great view of The Plaza. We decided on Italian for dinner and found ourselves at Osteria D’Assisi a great little restaurant.
Here is something you should know about Santa Fe. Evereything closes early. We were walking back to our hotel not much after 8pm (if that) and the streets were empty. Our hotel staff said the Santa Fe way is “Open late/Close early”. They ain’t lying.
Our last day in Santa Fe consisted of a lot of walking and art appreciation. So much so that I gave up on the art after lunch in favor of reading a book and resting my tired dogs on our balcony. Our first stop was the Artisan market by the railyard. We are expecting more Native American artists, but instead found a rather run of the mill art fair. Not worth the trek. The views were nice though.
We made one last sightseeing stop before heading back towards are hotel and Canyon Road – The Loretto Chapel – home of the mysterious stairway.
What is so mysterious you ask? Well it was built without center support and was built by a mysterious carpenter who asked for no money and left without telling anyone his name. Architects and engineers alike cannot figure out how the staircase is able to function without collapse with no center support. (It was totally Jesus, right??)
Canyon Road is a two mile stretch lined with high end Art Galleries. By the time we reached Canyon Road I was hungry, tired and starting to lose interest in the arts as a whole. Sorry, Arts. At the top of the hill we found a funky place for lunch featuring a rotating, somewhat confused/confusing waitstaff system and lavender lemonade. the food was delish. The Teahouse. If you like tea they have a tea menu that looks like a small novella.
Our last night we tried to witness the famous sunset from yet another rooftop- The Rooftop Pizzeria. Alas, the clouds thwarted our plans. But the food was great and we had a funny run-in on the elevator with a heavily jeweled dude who was all disgusted by the number of elevators in Santa Fe. He was over it.
The next morning we made a relatively easy drive back to the airport and I had a super easy flight home. Beth was waylaid in Denver for 8 hours which is a nightmare, though I think you can get a massage in that airport. I don’t actually know what Beth did all that time...
Verdict: New Mexico has the nicest people on the planet, good food and great history and Art. And also they go to bed super early (hell yeah) and some of them are like 'elevators - I hate you', but the rest of them are like "hey - welcome to New Mexico. Let's be best friends!"