Mostly RV stories from the road, starting in June.
But first, you'll see how difficult it is just trying to get ready and actually leave home for a few months!
But first, you'll see how difficult it is just trying to get ready and actually leave home for a few months!
Taos: arrival
So I took up Charles and Melissa on their offer to stay at their property in Taos. Glorious, it is. She's in the gardening business, so flowers and vines are everywhere, and they have several little studios on the property. Charles is in antiques, and restoration, so remnants of all things old and cool fill the spaces. They even built a wonderful tree house loft, furnished with beds, electricity, and elegance.
One of the studios is where John Nichols wrote "The Milagro Beanfield War". I've never read it, but I'm currently delving into "Conjugal Bliss", another he wrote. I figure a book is perfect for boredom, and what's more appropriate than a Taos author? --Mind you, this is the first book I've read in probably 27 years (which I believe back then was a Sydney Sheldon novel made into a disappointing mini-series with Jacklyn Smith). I've never been into fiction, but now I'm about 50 pages into this new book already, so it's something to do.
Last night they had a small dinner party with interesting ppl, as promised. These guys are just what I needed, but unfortunately, Charles and Melissa took off in their motorhome this morning to visit parents back east for a couple of weeks. Now I have this glorious place to myself and the kitties. Ken, from the party, said he'd be happy to show me around town, and Melissa gave me the names and numbers of several friends who would be fun to meet up with.
There is an outdoor jacuzzi, shower and firepit for tonight, and lots of leftover wine from the party. Lucky me!
One of the studios is where John Nichols wrote "The Milagro Beanfield War". I've never read it, but I'm currently delving into "Conjugal Bliss", another he wrote. I figure a book is perfect for boredom, and what's more appropriate than a Taos author? --Mind you, this is the first book I've read in probably 27 years (which I believe back then was a Sydney Sheldon novel made into a disappointing mini-series with Jacklyn Smith). I've never been into fiction, but now I'm about 50 pages into this new book already, so it's something to do.
Last night they had a small dinner party with interesting ppl, as promised. These guys are just what I needed, but unfortunately, Charles and Melissa took off in their motorhome this morning to visit parents back east for a couple of weeks. Now I have this glorious place to myself and the kitties. Ken, from the party, said he'd be happy to show me around town, and Melissa gave me the names and numbers of several friends who would be fun to meet up with.
There is an outdoor jacuzzi, shower and firepit for tonight, and lots of leftover wine from the party. Lucky me!
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Lucky you is right!! Have a great time!Posted 06-18-2009 at 04:10 PM by popcorn247
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That is so cool! Wow, wish I was there! Enjoy!
WisteriaPosted 06-18-2009 at 11:02 PM by Wisteria 
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oh - liked the photos - very nice colors. my sister lives in taos - does some shows on her photographs when she isn't out protesting the war in iraq and raising a ruckes with code pinkPosted 06-19-2009 at 07:20 AM by mzfroggez
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actually, i believe that is "a ruckus" but when one is raising a ruckus, i think they can spell it anyway they dern well pleasePosted 06-19-2009 at 07:21 AM by mzfroggez
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Solo travellers are a different breed. We need the solitude and control that this brings but at the same time we are cut off from that other part of society. Sometimes we are outside looking in, sometimes inside looking out. We go to the places we're told we must visit. We get there and say "is that all there is?" It's not the place - it's the not connecting with another person - the not being able to share, the eating alone, the days when unless we talk to ourselves or thank a sales clerk or server we are silent. Have you ever really gone a day without speaking a another human being? Very strange feeling. Somedays I feel like "Mr. Cellophane." When we do get to have a "conversation" we just feel so darn grateful. Is the life of a solo traveller a blessing or a curse? And would we really have it any other way?Posted 06-20-2009 at 07:39 AM by karcon
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Karcon, you are soooo poetic! You hit the nail on the head!Posted 06-20-2009 at 11:41 AM by anomoly
