We stayed two nights in Espanola (put in a tilde any old place) to satisfy my need to see Chimayo.
|Where we stopped for nachos.|
Lots of people here grow and sell chile. Chili? There's a right way to spell it, and at least one of you will put me out of my misery and tell me. Vendors held out bags and ceramic pots for me to pinch-and-taste. Every one of them will tell you it isn't hot. Caveat beggar: pincher beware.
Patricio and Shawna Chavez, of Chavez Gallery, create retablos in the traditional way, and beautiful sacred carvings. They also run a small cafe in the store, in case you need strength to resist their artwork.
|Also Chavez Gallery. If they don't lure you in with pastry.|
Carlitos Medina creates bold and striking paintings. Even his chile(i) sales pitch is a multi-media event. I like his philosophy of allowing new energy into our lives. With art, with love, with whatever makes the energy flow. He's not stingy with the storyteller's charm, either, and if he can make me blush, you will not escape.
Since I saw The Milagro Beanfield War, I've been determined to see Truchas, New Mexico. Now I have, sort of. Cute. Needs a cafe.
Our view from Espanola: