We have been “homeless” for almost 3 weeks and it is certainly presenting its challenges! We are still learning to pack the car with each stop along the way! Yesterday, leaving Santa Fe after relaxing and eatting our say thru town we decide it is time to get back to relaity and head to Texas where we will once again begin to eat our way thru the state! After finishing packing Randy tells me he needs to repack the car to see if we can pack more in the trunk and not look like we are living out of our car! We are tired of people staring at us as when we are pulling up in parking lots! As he takes the things out of the car/trunk to repack for the next leg of our trip we looked over to the restaurant which overlooks the parking lot of our inn! There in the window are the folks which we just finished sharing a table, looking out the window! They were placing bets! They truly didn’t see how we would get all our “stuff” into our compact car! we watched as one table actually cheered as they saw Randy close the trunk with still more “stuff” sitting on the ground beside the car! But we managed to find little cubbie holes in the backseat! upon last inspection of the room we discovered we had forgot our pillows. Mr Packer told me he was too embarrassed go carry them out so guess who got the honors! as we pulled out of the parking lot, we glanced over and saw our breakfast friends holding a sign up which said, “call car hoarders annoymous…you need help”! We jumped the curb pulling out of the boutique inn! We decided we look more like Motel 6 people!
Tag: Traveling for Food
Falling In Love with Italian Desserts
Last night we drove into one of Randy’s favorite places…Santa Fe, NM. We were on a mission to get to the shed, 18 which is always the first place we eat upon arriving here. For some reason Randy loves to feel his mouth on fire, hence…the blue corn enchiladas with red chile sauce. I knew in 1995 that if this marriage was going to last that I would need to adopt a love of New Mexico Mexican food, which is totally different fro Tex-Mex. I remember the first time he brought me here to meet his parents. By the time we finished eating lunch that day at the shed, my mouth was numb from the heated enchiladas that I had never experienced before. Besides being nervous to meet them, now I couldn’t talk well for the swollen tongue from the red chile that I was told was “less spicier than the green chile sauce”
