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(I've already mentioned going to Santa Fe, but here's a bit more info.)
Two years ago, on my way to Design Outside the Lines in Taos, New Mexico, I squeezed in a lightning fast visit to Santa Fe. (I wrote a blog post about it.)
And I loved it!
I was thrilled to have another opportunity to spend more time in Santa Fe. Last weekend, a small group of sewers rendezvoused in Santa Fe at the La Fonda hotel. Margy, of course, I have spent time with, but the others I knew only in cyberspace.
It was four days of great food and drink, great shopping, great conversation, beautiful art, comfy accommodations, excellent company... and even some singing.
Here are a few pics.
Hanging in the La Fonda bar
We had nice weather in Santa Fe.
On our last day, Margy and I decided to walk to Canyon Road. I love Canyon Road. It's approximately half a mile from downtown Santa Fe and it's a long street full of art galleries, restaurants, and shops. There are many outside art installations along this charming street and I love looking at them.
It was a chilly morning and, while I didn't bring any really warm clothes, I bundled up as best as I could.
As we left the hotel, I noted the flower petals that were gently falling. I was enchanted by these petals. We walked the half mile to Canyon Road and the petals continued to fall. After half an hour or so, Margy pointed out that these weren't flower petals, they were snow.
I didn't believe her.
For one thing, it didn't seem cold enough for snow.
For another, this was totally unlike any snow I have experienced.
I walked up to several of these "petals" and started squishing them with my thumb. They were large, like tapioca beads. But they were snow! Little beads of snow. I squished them (this was not icy, like hail), and they were dry and crunchy.
I have never experienced snow like this before.
Margy called it Tapioca Snow.
Is that a thing?
As the day progressed, the snow started coming down harder and harder. We stopped for lunch at a charming cafe called The Tea Room where we had panini, soup, and salad in front of a fire.
Outside the snow was coming down more insistently. It was difficult to believe that it had been sunny the days before.
After lunch, it was coming down quite hard. As we walked into the snow (it was now falling into my boots, into my mouth, and up Margy's sleeves), it was starting to sting, more like hail.
But I loved it - I was completely enchanted. I kept stopping to take pictures and then I'd run (in my Trippen boots) to catch up with Margy.
We returned to the hotel for some coffee and a roaring fire.
What a magical experience! I never thought I'd be in Santa Fe during snow! Especially not at the end of April.
Santa Fe is just chock full of art. Art is everywhere - inside and outside. I particularly love the outside art!
Others have also posted about the weekend:
- Santa Fe Fabric Shopping and Leaving Santa Fe by Liana.
- Fiberly Train to Santa Fe, Part One and Part Two by Nancy.