We decided a visit to the local craft fair would be fun….but first the Taos Pueblo. A several hundred years old living pueblo with no electricity or plumbing…..but with a very old chapel and with little shops (a shop = the main room of a small family unit). Alas, it was so crowded the parking was about ½ mile away from the pueblo, which normally it would be fine, but at 8000 feet, Opal couldn’t handle it…..so we cancelled and headed for lunch (we didn’t eat breakfast). Michaels is a highly recommended spot so we gave it a try – we shared a pork chop and 2 egg breakfast. The pork chop was both tasty and moist.
Off to the fair. While Opal was wandering about I decided some freshly made mixed cinnamon crusted almonds/pecans would be great as we walked around. At the booth the guys selling the nuts were yakking, says one “she had the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen and this huge tattoo on her upper chest” and they both guffawed and laughed; without really thinking, I said, “oh, that sounds like my wife, I’ve been looking for her, which way did she go?” they stared, did not react, no words, just dropped jaws ….. I handed one of them the $5 and walked away, almost laughing out loud.
It started to rain and as people scattered I walked back to get the car to pick up Opal.
After some relaxing we decided on some dinner. As the rain had stopped and Opal was insistent on walking so long as it was a slow pace, we grabbed our umbrella (to be safe) and literally waddled like ducks around the puddles – and in the dark, down a dimly lit, mostly nothing anywhere, street where I thought I’d seen an interesting restaurant ….. turned out to be the Dara Thai, where we were treated to the cutest, most effervescent waitress in the world, all of about 16….daughter of the owners. Unfortunately, the Thai food there was more of a tie-dyed nightmare, edible but more than forgettable. I was moved to think that if Opal and I moved to a small town in Thailand and there were no American restaurants, and we decided to open one, and I did the cooking…..you can imagine the rest (think Earl does not cook more than soup from a can)…..and offered up American ‘delicacies’….aiya.
After the meal, in the total dark, and the puddles, the walk back to La Dona Luz seemed forever and very cold.
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