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It’s more than a song to sing

August 10, 2009

I woke up this morning feeling like most of the water had been sucked out of my body. Even my eyeballs were dry. My routine here is quickly becoming drink, pee, drink some more, apply lip balm, lotion, sunscreen, and have another glass of water.

For a place that is so dry, the architecture is all about water from the huge canales spouting water from the flat adobe roofs during a rainstorm to the elaborate recycling fountains that seem to be in every yard here to the enormous culverts and the teeny tiny rivers, water is as revered as it is scarce. My parents’ fountain is a huge sphere of granite sitting in a bed of dark grey river stone. Water bubbles from the top fo the sphere and shimmers down its sides, disappearing at the bottom. As I sit on the adobe bench built out of the fireplace in the portal (the covered porch), I can see the birds come there to bathe in the trickle of water, fluttering to stay put in the breezes that keep cool air moving around the mountain at all times of day.

We went down into the plaza today to explore. We stopped first at the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi, which was as beautiful inside as it was out. AJ wanted to light some candles at the altar, so we paid our 25 cents and said a prayer for his grandmother and his aunt and lit white votives with wooden sticks, which we extinguished in a box of sand. I liked the Chapel of Our Lady the Conquistadora best. It was built in 1714 and is the oldest part of the building. AJ liked the organ, which we could walk right up to. I showed him the pedals that looked like a piano keyboard and asked if he thought he could play piano with his feet.

We wandered under the covered sidewalks and looked at the pottery and jewelry exhibited by Native American craftspeople. A country band was playing in the bandstand in the middle of the plaza. We headed down to the

2 Comments leave one →
  1. The Lass permalink
    August 11, 2009 9:17 am

    It sounds a lot like my dad’s last house in AZ. Keep applying that lip balm and have a wonderful time! Let me know if you make it to the Black Hole.

  2. crankygirl permalink
    August 11, 2009 2:01 pm

    It does sound beautiful–won’t it be fun to visit again in winter.

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