blogger life

Im not sure where to begin. And what is a "blog" anyways? A long, continuous, uneventful e-autobiography that nobody reads but oneself? Perhaps. One of my favorite writers, Roald Dahl ("Witches"), once quipped: "An autobiography is a book a person writes about his own life and it is usually full of all sorts of boring details." So that is the title of my blog: "boring details."

It begins a little less-boring than usual, because in less than 24 hours, ill be on a west-bound plane (to new mexico!) somehow my husband finagled first-class seats, which also means ill be on my third glass of champagne. (who cares if its before noon? im taking full advantage of all that 'first class' has to offer).

my colleague was so kind to lend me his vast collection of new mexico travel books, and to highlight for me the winding mountain road from Canones to Cuba, new mexico. the destination? an unknown little restaurant called El Bruno. also on the agenda:

- an extended visit with friends in ABQ
- hot springs in the jemez mountains
- the santa fe opera (cossi fan tutti)
- "ghost ranch" (home and beloved landscape of georgia o'keefe)
- durango, colorado (mesa verde national park)
- a cabin (sans running water and electricity) outside cedar city, utah
- sin city, nevada
- also i hear there is a place in taos that sells "green chili beer" which to me sounds like the perfect concoction.

i have to say, there is no place i love better than the southwest. ive traveled some, but never to anyplace so eerily breathtaking as northern new mexico. (and i am including the albuquerque airport! i swear, the adobe-style airport is full of beautiful people adorned in turquoise jewlery, all eating chalupas.)

until later ciao...