When my 19 year old man/child was in 1st grade, he performed in a Thanksgiving pageant kind of thing, something about Squanto and fry bread, it was confusing. But the finale was a rousing rendition of a song about a turkey named Albuquerque who did not get eaten for Thanksgiving dinner. Naturally, I heard that song in my head ad nauseum during all preparations to visit that fair city last week for a conference.
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| Word hard, play hard! |
I found Albuquerque to be a pretty city, but a bit odd. It might have been the area where we stayed, which was Old Town.
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| Pretty |
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I'd been to Sante Fe before, I distinctly remember taking shelter in a campground bathroom with Ellie during a freezing winter storm in November of 1988. But Albuquerque, while endlessly fun to spell, had not been on our itinerary. Had it, Ellie? CRS
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| Pretty, yet odd. In this case the oddness was in the smell. We nicknamed these pretty things 'crotch trees' |
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| Squanto? |
The city's most profitable claim to fame seems to be that it's where Breaking Bad was based
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| souvenirs |
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| Pretty odd |
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| It was St. Patrick's Day eve! |
So, a bunch of random photos from a random city. I never really found the soul of the place. We didn't find great food, and everything closed at 10pm. Big fun was had, though, and you'll never hear me complain about a hotel room all to myself on the 11th floor. I rocked the stairs multiple times daily, and am still sore.
I'm glad that Albuquerque the Turkey survived his song, and that I now have newer associations to put with the city. I missed a chance to go to the aerial tramway, which looked spectacular, because I was 3 seconds late for the bus. They are a prompt people, those Albequirkies.
Next year it's back to Hilton Head :)
What a quirky -- nay, an Albuquerquirky place. I remember that freezing night and that warm campground bathroom, too, although I don't remember Albuquerque much, either, even with my lotta-loops around this country of ours with the Schleckah. What I *do* know is that I do *not* know the Albuquerque Turquey song. But every time *I* hear the word Albuquerque -- which *is* endlessly fun to spell, as I am illustrating -- I hear . . .
ReplyDeletePoint me ... eee ... in the direction of Albuquerque ... eee ...eee ... I wanna go home-ome ... please help me get ho-ho-home.
Welcome home!!
xoxoxo
Ellie