It's all about memory. I plucked out a neglected bottle of V-8 from the refrigerator, checked its expiration date and had a cool glass.
It brought back memories of sitting on the Taos (NM) Plaza, a couple of times a week at one of the stands and instead of drinking coffee, had an iced V-8. I drank it so slowly I could amuse myself, and write in my journal for at least an hour.
This is what I saw, if I looked up and out.
|Taos (NM) Plaza|
|Moby Dickens Bookstore, Bent Street (Taos Plaza)|
When I wasn't sipping cold V-8, I was at Caffe Tazza at 122 Kit Carson Road drinking a cup of coffee, chatting with friends, new acquaintances and even visiting family members.
|Coffee cup, great shape|
Reminiscing about New Mexico is not something I commonly do as it was a year in my life that while not wasted was a mistake.
|Aerial view of the Rio Grande River (via Wiki)|
After roaming the United States, and abroad, I thought New Mexico would be an ideal place for retirement. Little did I know that I would hate abode, the lack of water, the absence so striking of the Rio Grande's starvation and the strange notion of activities among some friends.
I promised my friend D, my regular Friday night date, I would stay until we'd eaten in every restaurant in town, and its environment.
I promised a very close and dear friend in Santa Fe that I would look into moving closer to her.
I told myself I could stay, but then one year and perhaps a few days later, warm and sunny, my friends said goodbye, Kathy helped me pack my car and I drove, slowly, with purpose, across the country, stopping along the way to see other friends, taking in the sights, and landing in Pittsburgh one month later for the birth of my second grand-daughter.
Although I lived in Ranchos de Taos, a village immediately to the South of town, in a small, private cul de sac, I hadn't taken anything with me when I took that aeroplace except a large suitcase. I had pipe dreams that places and people stay the same. Neither does. Taos had become the new Santa Fe, and Arroyo Seco, North of Taos, was now the place to live.
What I do miss are those friends, one of whom has been in my life for more than 25 years. I also miss the cafe culture, the excellent food co-op, and V8 on the Plaza. And I must admit I miss the local bookstore, something so sadly lacking in this county.