After a Mother's Day brunch together, we went to the Albuquerque History Museum to a) stay cool, as our bodies are not used to this nearly-90-degree weather (on a side note: Halleluiah!!); and b) learn a bit about our new home. Turns out that between the agriculturally gifted inhabitants that Coronado and his band of short, smelly, greedy explorers encountered in the 15th century and the 19th century Santa Fe trail, this area was pretty much good for Comanche raids and human ingenuity, and not much else. Sure, there were some vineyards in the Corrales area along the Rio Grande, but mostly that was ceremonial wine that probably didn't taste all that great. and life on the frontier was tough. Trade was restricted by the Spanish crown and resources were scarce, especially after all of the knowledgeable inhabitants were killed, marched, or scared away. Once Mexico won its independence - and before the area was swiftly annexed by the U.S. - it was a golden route for trade, and all kinds of artifacts and goodies are on display at the museum for us to feast our eyes on.
And today, of course, the artwork, pottery, textiles, and photographs that come out of this area of the country are breathtaking.
We took some of our own photos to commemorate the experience. Anika's favorite was riding on her daddy's shoulders for the first time, the documentation of which got mom in trouble with a friendly docent who pointed to a "no photography allowed" sign.
And here she is on Saturday, showing some interest in chips and salsa:
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