Washed up here on the tiny porch overlooking the city. The lights are dim and nothing is different in this town since I left. Nothing changes. Given, this so wonderful after visiting so many places that have changed so much in the years. A full report coming soon. Coming from Santa Fe, then Denver, then Houston, then the Crescent; I believe I deserve a bit of a rest. Sitting on the porch here waiting for my luggage to arrive.
The minute we get into New Orleans, its the third world, evidence of that even in the first bathroom trip I made when I arrived home. Let us just say that New Mexico is not that new at all.