(This was written on 9/8 - too tired to write the night this happened)
Great views all the way from Amarillo to Albuquerque. Finally seeing some mountains. We had a weird time in Albuquerque, couldn't find a restaurant, got some crummy Frito pie Mexican fast food in a stip mall, then tried and eventually scheduled some bike maintenance for when we get to AZ. Waiting around in Starbucks for call backs from Harley dealerships, we're both overloaded from seeing so much, and communicating badly.
Eventually went to French Quarter Motel, which seemed ok at first, and was cheap. As we're going to the room, seeing the 5th car pull up, meet with someone in a room and drive off, we're getting wary. The room itself was scary and busted, with a flickering fluorescent light on the ceiling, peeling wallpaper, and we're convinced a bed full of scorpions. $50 cash down the tube, we got the hell out of there and went to a Holiday Inn Express, which just feels so nice. Nearby is the Night Owl Diner, where we manage got in touch with Katy in Los Angeles, making plans to meet up in a few days.
Back at the room, we're unbelievably tired and asleep within minutes. The next morning we stopped at Kicks on 66 for breakfast and a tepee souvenir shop in Tucumcari. I'm trying to think more about work/school/future but can't really think about much while driving, so much to see.

No Responses to “New Mexico’s French Quarter” Leave a reply ›