Oh Taos, New Mexico. I whined about traveling to your sunny, high desert mountain land. After enduring the brutal Idaho heat, I get protective about where I want to spend my vacation time which is to scurry to the ocean mist and cool off. Finally, I committed to join my favorite Habitat for Humanity team for the second week of the build. I should learn by now that when I drag my feet going somewhere, the trip will be super extraordinary.
Two weeks after returning home, I huddled under blankets on the couch after six inches of snow dumped on Boise, Idaho. The temperature hovered around 10 degrees, and I confess that I missed the warmth of the Taos sun and fresh mountain air. I played a CD purchased from the charming guitar playing singer that entertained the Sunday market crowd in Santa Fe. What a beautiful voice, loving personality, and he blossomed as his hippie chicks gathered around to groove on his songs.
The autograph of Canta Chris Abeyta on my CD highlights his charming, compassionate heart. “To Susan E. Music is our spirit, it never dies.”
Taos was a hauntingly beautiful trip from beginning to end. First I reunited with my Habitat family, minus dear Terese, Kate, Pat, Mara, and Maria, but delighted to meet two new additions, Brian and Bev. After a weekend of relaxing in Santa Fe with the team visiting art galleries, examining gorgeous jewelry, devouring chili rellenos and key lime pie, we headed to Taos.
The road that Rick drove from Santa Fe to Taos illuminated one glorious fall colored view after another. High desert straight roads grew curvy as we ascended to high elevation mountains with little towns nestled along the way. Oddly, the terrain seemed familiar and resembled mountain driving in Idaho. Then I saw the sign to Espanola – a town my grandparents lived in when I was a girl growing up in Boulder, Colorado.
My family had traveled the road from Boulder through Taos and on to Espanola many times.Old memories wove their way to the surface, and I experienced sentimental feelings of coming home.
My teammates gave me a tour of my home. We stayed in an old convent, mattresses on the floor, two or three to the room with a couple of bathrooms to share. A walk across the parking lot took us to the kitchen where we consumed excellent cuisine planned and prepared by Susan Latham.
Monday morning I stumbled out of my bed early for morning coffee. When I stepped outside I could smell a skunk and spotted a pair of bushy black and white tails frolicking in the front yard of the church office. I reported my wildlife experience to the group, but the skunks had disappeared by the time Nancy went looking for them. I thought the charming creatures a good omen, and felt excited to experience my week with Taos Habitat for Humanity.