Sante Fe is a great place to get inspired, and on the other side, want to dance with some Native Americans. In the small downtown plaza, each store acts as its own gallery. Showing and selling art of 1 artist (fancy) or collectively showing from an array of local artists. Sante Fe, as other small towns like these, are welcoming and charming. Everyone was kind and everything was inspiring. Murals, turquoise belt buckles with amazing designs, paintings of chickens, Native Indian contemporary art - makes you want to get up and dance, then paint a self portrait riding a buffalo in the high dessert landscape. 

We went to a couple of pueblos, some bare and some still inhabited. We got to explore the existing pueblos that were high on mountain cliff, the "Acoma Pueblo Tribe" (1 of 19 pueblo nations). It was an illuminating experience. The people here are proof of strength in suffering. Even after there home was taken over by Catholic Spanish conquistadors, they protected their values, rituals, and their connection with the earth while under the European whip. 

Although the high desert snow of Sante Fe was challenging, it was a beautiful experience. We can't wait til next time. 

Sorry for such a brief post, but you have to HAVE TO HAVE TO watch this.

We ran out of food when we accidently left the van door open. Pepperjack had been growling at something in the distance and we went out to investigate. After we left the van, the door shut behind us, locking us outside in the cold. Then the van began to shake all about as there appeared to have been a wild animal going crazy inside. After about 2 minutes we heard a window shatter on the opposite side of the van. We ran around the van to see a small furry object darting away through the bushes. I went to pursue the creature but was no where to be seen. Then, I heard Steoh yelling my name. "Keith! It ate all of our food!" I ran back and saw that our refrigerator had been dumped over and was now completely empty. Damn you, foul beast!!!