Santa Fe was our 'off' day. The one day where there was no driving, no ceremonies, and no meetings. In celebration, we got rooms in this nice motel right near the center of "The Plaza," and were encouraged to get out and explore.
The motel, instead of being built normally with the backs of rooms facing each other, was built so that the back of each room faces the street. The result is that all the doors are accessible via a little "hollow" formed between the two rows, making them seem more secluded and private than they actually are. Plus, the hollow was decorated with cobbled walkways and large bunches of dried peppers handing from the railings. It looks like a peaceful street in some sort of central-American / Mediterranean hybrid, and it's a great idea.
The room itself is one of the nicest I've ever been in, which is lucky since I didn't really leave all day. The city was worth exploring, but what I really, really needed was a day of dark, quiet, rest. As an added bonus, this is the first time I've ever made a post about the current day. I'm all caught up!
To clear off my notepad entirely of notes, here's everything that's left over:
Still haven't filmed that 10-minute news update. Doubting it will happen, now.
Tried backing up videotapes in the car. Too bumpy for camera. Must do it at night in the hotels. Pain in the butt.
Several former schoolchildren have complained about being used to test vaccines. I think Stewart was one of them.
Stewart apparently now also houses the department of prisons, which like every other building there, looks like it would fit nicely into either New England or Itasca Park.
Don often gets "eaten" at these stops. He's a powerful and influential guy, and people swarm his every free minute looking to be recognized, have their picture taken, shake his hand, and so forth. He's often unable to eat lunch, and has a hard time even making it to the bathroom without being physically blocked by someone who smiles, sticks their hand out, and says, "I bet you don't remember me!" He looks very tired sometimes.
Nevada reminds me of an egg carton: huge, flat 'bowls' surrounded by a ring of mountains on all sides. Make it through the mountains, find another 'bowl' on the other side.
Remember to make other posts: ceremony order, people wandering, sitting in back, religion and me, more photos. Remember to sort photos so you can upload them.
Done.
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