Sojourn in Santa Fe
25 March 2013
A weekend in one of my favourite getaways, beautiful Santa Fe with my kids and my besties! And they do beautiful in Santa Fe! Wind sculptures, rugs, cool clothes like Dries Van Noten, Native American art, baskets, pottery, and jewelry. Let Little Missy give you a tip. Go straight to Luna Felix . Eighteen karat gold and platinum pieces that look like they were made in ancient Greece. You want turquoise and silver jewelry? That's not Little Missy.
We love Inn of the Anasazi. It's a Rosewood property in the centre of town. Bob, the concierge will nail down your every request. Birthday balloons, flowers, and my new favourite, Gruet, Blanc de Noir, N.V., New Mexico (Wine Spectator Top 100, 2011)! We were introduced to this crisp new sensation at The Compound, a divine hideaway on chic Canyon Road. Some in our group (Brodie and Lexi ) opted for the Prickly Pear Margarita, but Carolyne, Joni and I were beseeched by the sommelier to explore New World Wines. Let us not compare dogs to cats. The Gruet Blanc de Noir is not Dom Perignon, but we did not come to Santa Fe to drink champagne! Of course Freddie stuck to his Coca Cola. Photographers must stay steady at the ready.
Steady at the Ready with Freddie
The food in Santa Fe is wonderful. My palate is so jaded that I do not discern that hotter flavor. Bring on the Salsa Verde Enchiladas! Go to The Shed! Creative cooking! It's 25 degrees Fahrenheit this time of year with a strong wind blowing, so eat those chilies!
Art--I don't know. I like getting my chakras cleansed better in this town. Joni took me to
Ten Thousand Waves and treated me to a Master massage therapy. It was the most incredible experience. Be like Nike and Just Do It. It's hard to talk about these things. You must Be Here Now, like Ram Dass. But Ten Thousand Waves is a dead zone and we couldn't get Internet and I was going berserk. Like they say at SFMOMA, if it's not on the Internet, it doesn't exist! Some day when Internet and art can peacefully co-exist, we can return to Ram Dass, but for now, he sure sounds old fashioned! All of these actors from Hollywood and people from DC and so on seemed to find Ten Thousand Waves on this particular cold and spectacular Santa Fe day, and so did Joni and I. A great leveller. All of us walking around in scanty white cotton kimonos. Joni's kimono didn't have a belt, a bit of a problem, but easily solved. Her therapist was called Karma. My therapist was Nualla, and she was a master. We left Ten Thousand Waves feeling peaceful.
We wanted to make a pilgrimage to the house of Georgia O'Keeffe, but the timing was impossible. So we stuck to shopping and dining, nice work if you can get it. And you can get it if you try!
Lexi and Michael hosted a dinner for us at Geronimo.
Geronimo
Geronimo was a great Chief and as every American kid knows, when you really want to go for it, you scream "Geronimo!" at the top of your lungs. And that is what I felt like screaming, I was so happy! Little Missy In The Pink! La Rose en Vie! Dinner at a fabulous spot with my kids and my besties! Carolyne had to hand me a hanky. Little Missy speechless! But I didn't have to speak because everyone was making toasts I can't remember because I was so overcome with emotion! Turning forty isn't so bad after all! In fact, I turned forty in Paris a few years ago, and now we were in Santa Fe, doing it all over again. Birthdays are so funny, always cropping up on you!
This should be the end of the story, but there is more! Joni and I had an Adventure when we were looking for a gas station in Albuquerque! Streets with names like University, Yale and Stanford sound kind of safe, right? Wrong in Albuquerque! We ended up at a sketchy place called the M and M. "This looks like a trucker kind of station", I chirped hopefully. When the pump stand took my card but did not deliver the gas, I thought I had done something wrong. But guess what? There was no gas! The attendant tried to tell me my card was from out of state, etc. and that he had to hold on to it and then I could pump gas. Little Missy marched into that station. All this guy had was sex toys and drug paraphernalia. And my credit card. We had a scary moment, but I got my card back and we learnt a lesson. Sometimes there are gas stations that do not have gas but pretend they do.
Even Little Missy Thinks Some Photo Opportunities Aren't Worth It
At the airport as we were going through security, we asked an agent who looked like she could handle a terrorist if it was true that certain gas stations in New Mexico didn't take cards from out of state. She said it was a lie and asked where we had gone. "That's the bad part of town, where the gangs are. I wouldn't go there ever".
Well, there was another lesson to be learnt, in fact probably a lot of lessons. But I will focus on Freddie's lesson. Carolyne, Freddie and I bought rugs from a woman (Georgia O'Keeffe Jr.) who called us to come in from the street to her gallery. Joni was walking around thinking we had lost our minds. The woman said she could not call from her phone to verify our credit cards because her phone was not working. After we paid, she said "Now I can fix my phone". "Wow, on a Sunday she can get get her phone fixed?" Freddie asked as we left. "Trust me, this means she is paying her phone bill since you were her first purchases in a long time", said Joni (who knows a lot about the art world).
Little Missy goes to Santa Fe for the ambiance, and as for the art, I am not sure. I do like the wind sculptures and garden statuary. And Santa Fe on a cold, blue sky afternoon has sunlight that is magic. This was my most happy time ever. Little Missy goes to heaven on earth. Sometimes it's all about the ones you love, and, inshallah, we will have more of these times together.
25 March 2013
A weekend in one of my favourite getaways, beautiful Santa Fe with my kids and my besties! And they do beautiful in Santa Fe! Wind sculptures, rugs, cool clothes like Dries Van Noten, Native American art, baskets, pottery, and jewelry. Let Little Missy give you a tip. Go straight to Luna Felix . Eighteen karat gold and platinum pieces that look like they were made in ancient Greece. You want turquoise and silver jewelry? That's not Little Missy.
We love Inn of the Anasazi. It's a Rosewood property in the centre of town. Bob, the concierge will nail down your every request. Birthday balloons, flowers, and my new favourite, Gruet, Blanc de Noir, N.V., New Mexico (Wine Spectator Top 100, 2011)! We were introduced to this crisp new sensation at The Compound, a divine hideaway on chic Canyon Road. Some in our group (Brodie and Lexi ) opted for the Prickly Pear Margarita, but Carolyne, Joni and I were beseeched by the sommelier to explore New World Wines. Let us not compare dogs to cats. The Gruet Blanc de Noir is not Dom Perignon, but we did not come to Santa Fe to drink champagne! Of course Freddie stuck to his Coca Cola. Photographers must stay steady at the ready.
The food in Santa Fe is wonderful. My palate is so jaded that I do not discern that hotter flavor. Bring on the Salsa Verde Enchiladas! Go to The Shed! Creative cooking! It's 25 degrees Fahrenheit this time of year with a strong wind blowing, so eat those chilies!
Art--I don't know. I like getting my chakras cleansed better in this town. Joni took me to
Ten Thousand Waves and treated me to a Master massage therapy. It was the most incredible experience. Be like Nike and Just Do It. It's hard to talk about these things. You must Be Here Now, like Ram Dass. But Ten Thousand Waves is a dead zone and we couldn't get Internet and I was going berserk. Like they say at SFMOMA, if it's not on the Internet, it doesn't exist! Some day when Internet and art can peacefully co-exist, we can return to Ram Dass, but for now, he sure sounds old fashioned! All of these actors from Hollywood and people from DC and so on seemed to find Ten Thousand Waves on this particular cold and spectacular Santa Fe day, and so did Joni and I. A great leveller. All of us walking around in scanty white cotton kimonos. Joni's kimono didn't have a belt, a bit of a problem, but easily solved. Her therapist was called Karma. My therapist was Nualla, and she was a master. We left Ten Thousand Waves feeling peaceful.
We wanted to make a pilgrimage to the house of Georgia O'Keeffe, but the timing was impossible. So we stuck to shopping and dining, nice work if you can get it. And you can get it if you try!
Lexi and Michael hosted a dinner for us at Geronimo.
Geronimo was a great Chief and as every American kid knows, when you really want to go for it, you scream "Geronimo!" at the top of your lungs. And that is what I felt like screaming, I was so happy! Little Missy In The Pink! La Rose en Vie! Dinner at a fabulous spot with my kids and my besties! Carolyne had to hand me a hanky. Little Missy speechless! But I didn't have to speak because everyone was making toasts I can't remember because I was so overcome with emotion! Turning forty isn't so bad after all! In fact, I turned forty in Paris a few years ago, and now we were in Santa Fe, doing it all over again. Birthdays are so funny, always cropping up on you!
This should be the end of the story, but there is more! Joni and I had an Adventure when we were looking for a gas station in Albuquerque! Streets with names like University, Yale and Stanford sound kind of safe, right? Wrong in Albuquerque! We ended up at a sketchy place called the M and M. "This looks like a trucker kind of station", I chirped hopefully. When the pump stand took my card but did not deliver the gas, I thought I had done something wrong. But guess what? There was no gas! The attendant tried to tell me my card was from out of state, etc. and that he had to hold on to it and then I could pump gas. Little Missy marched into that station. All this guy had was sex toys and drug paraphernalia. And my credit card. We had a scary moment, but I got my card back and we learnt a lesson. Sometimes there are gas stations that do not have gas but pretend they do.
At the airport as we were going through security, we asked an agent who looked like she could handle a terrorist if it was true that certain gas stations in New Mexico didn't take cards from out of state. She said it was a lie and asked where we had gone. "That's the bad part of town, where the gangs are. I wouldn't go there ever".
Well, there was another lesson to be learnt, in fact probably a lot of lessons. But I will focus on Freddie's lesson. Carolyne, Freddie and I bought rugs from a woman (Georgia O'Keeffe Jr.) who called us to come in from the street to her gallery. Joni was walking around thinking we had lost our minds. The woman said she could not call from her phone to verify our credit cards because her phone was not working. After we paid, she said "Now I can fix my phone". "Wow, on a Sunday she can get get her phone fixed?" Freddie asked as we left. "Trust me, this means she is paying her phone bill since you were her first purchases in a long time", said Joni (who knows a lot about the art world).
Little Missy goes to Santa Fe for the ambiance, and as for the art, I am not sure. I do like the wind sculptures and garden statuary. And Santa Fe on a cold, blue sky afternoon has sunlight that is magic. This was my most happy time ever. Little Missy goes to heaven on earth. Sometimes it's all about the ones you love, and, inshallah, we will have more of these times together.
The Gruet Blanc de Noir is fabulous. We had it for the first time in Tucson and now always like to have it around.
ReplyDeleteVery crisp and refreshing!
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