We went to Santa Fe (New Mexico, for the geographically challenged) for a mini-vacation with our friends Cody and Mary Ann. We let them show us around because A) they have been there several times before and B) we're lazy. They were great tour guides and I'd hire them again. They work cheap. Anyway, this typing stuff is exhausting, show some pictures will ya?
Senior photos relived!
Dinner at the Hacienda. Would someone keep those damn kids quiet?
The Sanctuario de Chimayo, and the holy dirt.
Tecolote in Santa Fe had amazing breakfast. The green chile biscuits were amazing.
The oldest church in the country! Ok, I can't back that up, but it was beautiful. 
Nice catch!
So, this is the miraculous staircase. The story goes that the church was hurting for money and had an incomplete staircase to get to the choir balcony. One night, a mysterious carpenter (Jesus perhaps?) came into the church (breaking and entering) and finished this elaborate staircase (trespassing) in one night using only a small hammer, a nail file, and some bent spikes. He left in the morning before breakast biscuits were put on the table, and lo and behold the miraculous staircase was the only evidence that he was there (that and the plate of cookies and glass of milk on the mantel were empty). At least that was the story before we entered the church.
Outside our haunted room in Chimayo. Oh wait, that was the room next door. Thanks for the scare Cody. We slept like shit that night.
Senior photos relived!Dinner at the Hacienda. Would someone keep those damn kids quiet?The Sanctuario de Chimayo, and the holy dirt.
Judi loves gift shops.
Tecolote in Santa Fe had amazing breakfast. The green chile biscuits were amazing.The oldest church in the country! Ok, I can't back that up, but it was beautiful.France? Nope, beautiful courtyard winery and restaurant in the Plaza. We got cut off here. I think that was my first time.
The river walk statues. Nice form, Jeff.
Nice catch!So, this is the miraculous staircase. The story goes that the church was hurting for money and had an incomplete staircase to get to the choir balcony. One night, a mysterious carpenter (Jesus perhaps?) came into the church (breaking and entering) and finished this elaborate staircase (trespassing) in one night using only a small hammer, a nail file, and some bent spikes. He left in the morning before breakast biscuits were put on the table, and lo and behold the miraculous staircase was the only evidence that he was there (that and the plate of cookies and glass of milk on the mantel were empty). At least that was the story before we entered the church....After paying the wallet-scraping entrance fee of $3 per person, we learned through the voice of James Earl Jones over a loud speaker (ok, maybe not Darth Vader himself, but a damn good wannabe) that an unknown carpenter answered a plea from the church to finish the staircase. He was there for 6 months, had his own basic tools, and was quite the charmer in town. Once his project was finished, he left town without being paid. Several years later, the church commissioned another carpenter to build a bannister for the unsafe spiral staircase. And reality set in.
That's all for now.
LOL! Can I tell you just how insanely happy it makes me that you've joined the blogging world? And, damnit, just a few weeks into it and you're already Brilliant! Brilliant, I say, cracked me up the whole time. My only complaint? What the hell is wrong with the tiny picture size? I was leaning all the way forward only inches from the screen in order to look at them, half expecting one of those awful Halloween trick email witches to come screaming at me in the next screen. Enlarge it on up, please!
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