The next day, we had breakfast at our daughter’s house and just hung out on her patio, admiring her gorgeous view.
Finally, someone suggested lunch at the San Marcos cafe out near Galisteo, and off we went, driving into the beautiful vastness of New Mexico.
We explored Cerrillos and Galisteo, poking around the lovely, but now closed (boo-hoo), Galisteo Inn. The town and the Inn reminded me of my first road trip to Mexico back in the Sixties. That’s a long story for another time . . .
We returned to Santa Fe to shower and dress for dinner at the fabulous Restaurant Martin. If you haven’t been, you really must try it. I had the most wonderful cold cucumber soup, which I have been trying to duplicate ever since I got home. The garden is producing more cucumbers than I know what to do with, so I’ve got to figure out something. If anyone out there knows chef Martin Rios and can get me a copy of the recipe, I will be eternally grateful.
Anyway, the next day was our actual anniversary and my birthday, as well, so I got to indulge all my little whims. I poked my nose in Shiprock and Packards, trying to find a Santo Domingo artist’s—Tony Lovato—corn bracelet with no luck.
Then we had a romantic little lunch at Sena Plaza under the umbrellas with the sound of the fountain and the wind rustling the cottonwoods.
Of course, no trip to Cowgirl Heaven is complete without a visit to Back at the Ranch.
Look at these boots, girls. If you ever want to get in touch with your inner Queen of the Rodeo, this is the place!
Did I get any? No. I actually have a beautiful, but demure, pair of black snakeskin boots with exquisite black stitching that they made for me. They look great everywhere—San Francisco, Napa, Chicago, LA.
Maybe, next year I’ll splurge on the red boots with the turquoise roses. It will be our Ruby Anniversary then. So what do you think?
We ended our celebration of the big event with a family dinner at the Compound, so perfectly Santa Fe and wonderful as always.
All we had to do the next day was check out, pop the book in the cd player, and head west. I was home before I knew it.
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