Day 5: The film Samsara was getting amazing reviews in the local papers, so I met up with a friend and we went to the Center for Contemporary Arts to see it. It turns out that it is from the same creator of Baraka, a film I watched for colloquium class while studying at Florida Gulf Coast University. Samsara is equally inspiring and moving. I left with the desire to raise consciousness in this world, and also thinking that my “problems” are so insignificant. Find the film near you!
After the movie, my friend Stefany and I spent much-needed time catching up. She is an amazing friend and natural life coach, which is why she has built a business out of it. If you’re seeking inspiration, check out Sensational Wisdom.
I went home and let out my inner child while carving a pumpkin with my niece, which she named Bob. I forced my stepdad to start a fire for ambiance.
Being that it was Saturday night, I forced myself to go out. Right as I was walking out the door, I got an invitation from a friend to have drinks at Capitol City Grille. This is one of the new bars in the South side of Santa Fe that’s typically more suburban, so I found the experience removed from what I have come to know as “going out in Santa Fe.” While there, I made new friends in the film industry over mojitos and sat in awe as they “talked shop” about the movies they were working on.
They had to call it a night early, so I headed to my favorite spot, Cowgirl. Rockabilly-bluegrass played as I sat sampling beers (In a blind taste test, Sam Adams Oktoberfest won me over. Surprise, surprise.) Though Santa Fe may be cliquey, I always meet interesting people. This time, I found myself chatting with a wild, old artist; a promiscuous, old hippie chick, who told me her life story; and a young physicist, who is having to relocate to Utah for work, shockingly.
On a side note, it’s been getting colder as I have been here, and my mother will not be turning on the heater in her adobe home until the temp reaches the 30s. I like the chilly weather, but could do without the icy bathroom, post-shower.
Day 6: I spent Sunday with my mother and niece, choosing a baby pumpkin from the church pumpkin patch and checking out all of the “warty gourds.” Then, I irreverently climbed on the statues at the museum while my mom took pictures.
We finished the day with New Mexico’s famous Dion’s pizza, which hit the spot at the time (worked up an appetite climbing on those statues depicting the struggles of the original trail blazers), though it wasn’t worth the hype.
Day 7: Monday was all business as I visited the University of New Mexico. I felt pretty inspired being there, especially when Fun’s Some Nights started playing in their awesome bookstore. Speaking with the head of the English department, I definitely know they have a program that fits what I am interested in doing, but the financial and logistical red tape still remains to be sorted out.
By late afternoon, my mom and I couldn’t leave Albuquerque without eating, and what better place to do so than the Sandia Resort and Casino? (In case you’re new around here, my family has a crush on slot machines. But honestly, I go for the food. I don’t know why, but nobody does a buffet like the Native Americans!) And no, we didn’t win big. My casino and BINGO experiences could make for an entertaining blog post down the line.
To spread the inspiration I present, Some Nights ( and go see Samsara, dammit!):