In an email to a friend today I relayed last Christmas's Car Trip Adventure (dad, his gf, evan [then 14] and myself). 6 states in 10 days. Three "big" personalities. One country girl. One city girl. One head strong father. One lost purse (that happened on the first day). One night in Vegas (I never need to go back again). One brother who would be happy playing video games in the backseat 24-7 who became the only "neutral" one. Yeah, it got stressful. Slightly. Ha. But it also had some highlights, like Chimayó.
My mexican side of the family is c-razy about the chiles in Chimayo. The chapel there supposedly is built upon healing earth. People travel from all over the world to say a prayer and touch the soil. Crutches hang from the walls, proof that the spot heals. Little stores peddle saints and candles and prayers. And chile. And chile. And more chile. My dad bought out the entire town's supply of ristras.
Meanwhile, Chimayó has a calm, almost stand-still quality. Even the air whispers. The sky seems an expansive blue. And the town seems to take you back to a bygone era that you can't quite place: somewhere between today and a mythological time. Maybe it is its own mythological time.
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