A Day in Santa Fe
Wow! It has been a long time since I blogged about a trip. F'ing Covid.
|Ghost Ranch Corral|
Drive-by Campus Tours
I have travelled to Boulder, to see my 86 yo mom -- not nearly often enough. And SLC has become a port-o-business. We decided to invest in a 9-Unit apartment building, and it has become a flight-hopper for the rest of the Country. Salt Lake City is in our discussions far more often than Denver. The Divide is real.So, my darling girl was regaled by St. John's College in Santa Fe. At first, we tried to discourage her, at 400 undergrads the school seemed too small. Her HS graduating class is lucky to be fifteen strong. A "big" campus to her is nearly half the population of an average high school. (Hell, my graduating class in 1990 was 400.) The comparison is all about perspective.
St. John's College is associated with the third oldest college in the Americas in Annapolis, MD. The education is classical -- Goethe, Aristotle, Euripides; Greek and French mandatory; blackboards and Ph.D. Tutors (they do not call them professors). John, my husband, being a history buff himself, raised by religious schooling, was intrigued with St. John's forum-style teachings. Students can also sabbatical in Annapolis. So, we made the trip to tour the college.
John and I have visited Santa Fe before, and quite honestly, who doesn't want to stand under a street sign with your name spelled correctly? Not that big of a deal for all the John's of the world, but Marcy -- that's unusual. It's a very artisty town and pleasant to meander through. So, we packed up our unassuming rising-senior and drove the seven hours. (Six-and-a-half in our eldest's Mini!)
Santa Fe TrailLovely country to drive through, the drought-like heat wave had graciously broken over the Continental Divide, and while still June desert hot, certainly bearable. Unfortunately, we still did little stopping or taking in of our Country's natural wonders. We hot-footed it for a 3pm campus tour.
More bust than boom.
|The Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi|
Unfortunately, we had little time to take in the sights of Santa Fe, but we knew enough to book of hotel in the City Center. The area was tourist busy. Luckily, we found bar-top seats for dinner at 315 Restaurant and Wine Bar -- the food was fancy french cuisine, but mostly all flavored the same. We walked around the stuccoed churches and covenant "enhanced" Santa Fe Plaza and Market. The covenant control keeps the downtown looking authentic to a time of settlers and indigenous people, before the artists discovered this escape from New York winters.
Someday, maybe, I will actually have more than a day in Santa Fe, and tour some museum's and art galleries. But, most everything was closed and the cruising had started. Once upon a time, beautiful restored cars would circle the plaza. A cultural rite-of-passage outside the Sundays-are-for-Church socialization. Now, it's mostly tourist in nothing-value cars interrupting the cultural scene because they are too lazy to actually get out and immerse themselves in the historical architecture of Santa Fe. It's a crying shame, and I am embarrassed by the obesity of the matter.
|NM Museum of Art, Pueblo Revival|
|Ghost Ranch Promontory|
The next full day at home, my back had come undone, I rested on the couch and watched the Billy Crystal movie. Remembering my one thing. Hoping that my aspiring college student finds her one thing. If you don't understand my reference, watch the movie -- then go out and take in that which gives you life.
Find your ONE thing!