The second half of our Santa Fe stay was more of “the usual” mixed with a bit of abnormal. I continued to fall in love with the area and never stopped telling Mike “I could live here if something happened to you”. In fact I uttered that sentence to him so many times that I finally had to add a clarification that went something like “Now, I don’t really WANT anything to happen to you, I love you very much and I like sharing my world with you… it is just that IF something happened I could see myself coming here to start fresh. But don’t worry, I’m not plotting to poison you or anything…”. Evidently I am not the only person who has developed a deep love affair with Santa Fe. I learned from a local that “they don’t call it the Land of Entrapment for nothing”!
For Christmas Mike gave me a gift certificate to the famous Ten Thousand Waves Japanese Spa (one of the reasons I don’t really WANT anything to happen to him), and I redeemed it as soon as I could get a reservation. I booked myself the Nippon Nirvana package that included a private hot tub, a facial (which I upgraded to 80 minutes), a face and scalp treatment, and a foot treatment. Nirvana, I’ll say! On the day of my appointment I arrived early so I would have time to sit in the sauna and envelope myself in the serene environment. When it was time for the services of my package to begin, the soak in the hot tub was first on the list. A nice spa lady led me outside and up some steps into an open-air room that had solid walls on three sides for privacy. The fourth wall was an airy fence that opened out onto a pristine view of an eerily quiet snow laden mountain side. The setting could not have been more ideal. The spa lady told me I had the tub reserved for 50-minutes and they would call me over an intercom when it was time to make my way back to the spa lobby. The water was steaming hot and a light snow was floating around me so that I sort of felt like I could be the character in a fairy-tale. When she left me in my ‘room’ she gave me a key and told me to lock the door behind me if I had to leave for any reason. I never left, so I never locked the door.
I spent the first portion of my time floating in the warm water and trying to memorize everything about the experience. As I was concentrating on “being in the moment” and wishing I had brought my phone with me to take a few pictures, the door to my room flew open and in dashed a lady slightly older than myself. She was obviously also a spa guest because she wore a cotton kimono similar to the one for which I myself had traded my driver’s license. She was very nice and it was sadly obvious she had spent a lot of money on face and body work. The doctors had done better on her boobs and tummy than they had on her face, in my opinion. I knew this because as she was complaining about being late, she shed her robe and took off her panties before slinking into the warm water. I kept thinking to myself: didn’t they say this part of the package was a PRIVATE tub? Oh well, I had never been there before and I didn’t want to act like a prima donna, so I went with it. What does one do when they meet a stranger for the first time and both people are naked? Well, just go through basics of polite conversation, I guess. I learned she had grown up in Italy and France as a child, had lived in eastern locations such as Singapore and Australia, and now spent her time in the States with houses in Del Rey Beach, Florida and Hilton Head, South Carolina. Although I’ve not had any plastic surgery, I have been to Australia, France, and Hilton Head… so we had that in common. We talked about how we loved Santa Fe, and how we would love to have a home in the area. Now Mike and I don’t even have ONE home, much less two or three – but I acted like the respectable Texas woman I am and rose to her level. She also told me that she had been shopping for a hat in a store near the plaza when she watched a customer purchase a $30,000 straw cowboy hat. At that time, I neglected to tell her that I had probably NOT been shopping inside that same store. Anyway, more time passed and she finally jumped out of the hot tub, grabbed her robe and ran off to the massage she had scheduled. The poor lady never knew she was in the wrong place, and she would probably never dream she would be the subject of a section in my blog! I still had about fifteen minutes of my soak left after her departure, so I went back to focusing on the solitude and flawless surroundings until the voice on the intercom came through to tell me my time was up.
The rest of my day at Ten Thousand Waves was just as I expected. The face, neck, face, foot treatments were wonderful – aside from the fact that the aesthetician talked a lot too much. Never-the-less I felt beautiful after I emerged. I concluded my spa day with a wonderful late lunch at the resort’s only restaurant before making the drive back home… wishing once again that I lived in the area so I would qualify for the local’s discount.
Another notable thing that happened during the second half of our stay in Santa Fe was that we had a visitor! My friend Amy made the 5-hour drive down from Denver to spend a couple of days hanging out! We offered our sofa bed for sleeping purposes, but she opted to stay in the quaint Hotel Chamayo just off the plaza in Santa Fe. It was a charming establishment and I would recommend it to anyone. She and I shopped and ate until there was nothing left in the area to taste, and nothing left in the universe to talk about. Well, not really – since we are of the female gender and have been friends since our teens – but the point it that it was a great visit.
We have invited countless friends and family to visit us during our tour and three entities have taken us up on the offer: My cousin Kevin and his wife Claire met us in Morgantown, West Virginia to attend a Texas Longhorns football game (they also traveled to meet us for the day in Princeton, NJ); Mike’s parents came to Rapid City, SD; and Amy came to Santa Fe! Gold Stars all around for the people who love us!
As usual, I will let the pictures below tell you the rest of the story about our final days in Santa Fe. However, the final “interesting” occurrence deserves a few paragraphs designated to something that has not happened to us yet on the tour (and hopefully will not happen again before we sell this Monaco).
The weather wasn’t GREAT every day we were in the New Mexico Capital, and although we were always able to get out and about in the city, daytrips to the north into the mountainous areas were often bypassed because of icy roads. We have a little Honda CRV with baby tires and zero horsepower… so when the roads were iffy, we chose to stay close to home. A day finally came where the skies cleared and the temperatures were warmish. We quickly decided to get in our car and drive to somewhere north of us. Our final decision was to visit Los Alamos and Bandelier National Monument. We spent a wonderful day driving and exploring to our hearts content. As the early afternoon approached, we looked at each other and at the same time decided to head back home where we could build a campfire and enjoy a sunset from OUTSIDE our rig – for a change.
Upon arriving back to the campground, we built a campfire and decided to fry some potatoes and grill some burgers after the sun went down. We were enjoying a glass of wine and admiring the sunset when some new campers arrived. Seems the management had assigned them a spot near us at #26. Usually when new campers arrive there is a bit of commotion as everyone gets settled. Understandable, of course. Then things get back to normal and everyone minds their own business. In this instance, we had a new Lexus SUV (looked it up: just under $89K – loaded), pulling a new little camper (about 15-20 feet max) trying to park their toys in a PULL-THROUGH spot somewhere near us. I do not say ‘somewhere near us’ in jest. After about 15 minutes of maneuvering, I could not even tell which site they were actually trying to conquer.
Mike is the driver in our family (y’all all know I don’t even know how to START the engine of the Monaco, right? Well, I don’t. Never will. Don’t try to talk me into it). When he and I are having trouble, the last thing he wants is a stranger coming up and offering assistance. So we abided by our own personal family rule and let the new campers languish in their own family misery without posing an interference. We were completely embarrassed for them and we didn’t want to make it worse for us. At one point I did get up from the campfire to take a look. My deduction upon returning to our quaint patio was that the poor man was not the outdoorsy type. He had obviously not even owned a boat before, or he would certainly be able to back up his little camper. To make matters worse, the skinny wife with the perfect bouffant hair and designer exercise/camping clothes, was trying to direct the retired nimrod into their PULL-THROUGH spot. (in case you don’t get the nuance… there is no need to back into a pull-through spot. there, I said it). Their conversation went something like this “NOOOO, GO THE OTHER WAY. OH MY GOD, TURN THE OTHER DIRECTION! NOW LOOK AT WHERE YOU ARE”. My advice to the bouffant lady… your poor husband is clueless. He obviously just retired and is trying to live some sort of post-career fantasy where y’all get back to the basics and live like the ‘normal’ people. For Heaven’s sake woman, take it easy on the duffus, he has no idea what he is doing!
More yelling, more embarrassment, and soon the SUV and camper were lined up with NOTHING that made any sense. It was getting dark around that time, so I decided I would go inside and prep our potatoes for the fryer. Home grilled hamburgers and fresh made fries – a wonderful end to perfect day. Just as I rose from my chair, I heard the newly retired man’s camper hit and knock over a metal chair behind him. The bouffant lady really let him have it with an extra loud “OH MY GOD, YOU HIT…”. I was shaking my head in pity as I entered the inside of the rig. Then I heard a HUGE LOUD crash, boom, bang, SPLASH. I looked out the window in time to see the $80+K Lexus SUV crashed into our site with a 6-foot tall fountain of water spewing out of the water connection of the spot next to us. My first thought: They are gonna flood our site and we will be slugging through mud for the rest of our stay! After that, I wondered if anyone was hurt. I ran out the front door on the way to the office just in time to see Mike running to the front of our patio – facial expressions full of images related to shock, awe, and WTF???
I booked it to the office to tell them to turn off the water, someone had just crashed into our site. Then I ran back to our spot. As I approached, I noticed the dude has also taken out the electrical box in the site next to us. Water + electricity = not a good mix. I turned around and ran back to the office to tell them to shut off the electricity too. Looks like dinner was going to be postponed a bit. After I voiced the appropriate emergency messages to management, I was walking back toward the chaos (sucking air because I have not run that hard in EVER) when the stupid driver was walking toward the office. Don’t worry sir, the owner will meet you at your wreckage. I could only imagine how mortified he must have been, so I tried to make it better. Him: “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done”. Me: “oh well, don’t worry, I caused my husband to wreck our coach when we arrived here. Well, not quite like that… Well, actually, it was nothing like that. But anyway, what happened”? Him: “I got out of the car while it was still in drive”. His answer had me thinking he should possibly think of another story before he told anyone else.
I felt so sorry for him until he kept talking. He willfully admitted to anyone who would listen that he did not know how to back up with a trailer in tow. Turns out that this was only the second time he had ever taken out the camper. When they tried a trip the first time he demolished a fence at the last campground. DUDE. Practice backing up in a parking lot until you get a handle on this retirement fantasy of yours.
So we postponed our dinner because we didn’t have electricity to heat the fry daddy anyway, and besides, there was too much excitement happening around us to concentrate on a meal. We did, however, enjoy a couple of more glasses of wine, and snap a few shots with our cameras. In the end, the water was turned back on, the electricity was reestablished, and the car was removed from our patio. We did finally eat a little later than expected while we thanked our lucky stars (and divine intervention) that our vehicles were not wrecked and our dogs were not killed (we had JUST moved them from the spot where the SUV landed about 20 minutes prior to the excitement).
The last abnormal thing that happened during our stay in Santa Fe was that my dear friend, Patty, died of a quick and surprising bout with the dreaded cancer. I flew back to Houston for 40 hours to attend her funeral. Although the reason for my return to the homeland was heartbreaking, it was good to see many of the friends that I cherish so deeply. Bittersweet. Life goes on, but it sure sucks when your loved ones are not in the picture any longer.