I had forgotten just how desolately beautiful the high
desert can be. I am here in Santa Fe, New Mexico for a few days and although
I’ve been here many times before it has been a long time since I felt the land,
and the ancients and their culture.
Elegant adobe homes make up the spotted communities on the
desert floor around Santa Fe. Adobe huts make up the landscape of the poor. The
native peoples known as “Dine” live in the pueblos of their ancestors and with the
restrictions of the United States Government that took their land in a westward
expansion and gave them the worst of it in which to live.
A few observations on my flight out here.
Some seatmates are talkative and some are not.
Some travelers adhere to the airline rules about electronic
devices and some do not.
Airline service seems to diminish as the cost of operation
and tickets goes up.
Some travelers continue to dumb-down their appearance and
look like slobs; the young ones especially. Flip flops and tank tops are
unacceptable traveling attire.
People pee more at altitude. Why is that?
Over stuffed carry-on luggage should not be allowed. I
watched one woman try to squeeze her suitcase into an overhead bin all the
while holding boarding passengers behind her from getting to their seats.
More from the desert in the next few days.
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