Monday, September 9, 2013
As I was flying into Albuquerque last week and we started our descent, the cabin started filling with excitement. I could overhear various conversations - folks returning home, folks on vacation, and some just happy to be off the plane for a while before the next leg of their journey...
Just a week earlier, I had been going the other way. Toward the Midwest, toward the green and lush landscapes and humid air. A different set of overheard conversations...
It made me think about the words we use so often here in the desert. Words that were mostly unspoken by me ten years ago.
Words that were foreign to me at one time and are now so integral to life in the Rio Grande Valley.
Landscapes that used to seem lifeless and bleak are now familiar and beautiful.
pinon and juniper (P&J)
Even describing our house to Minnesotans is a vocabulary exercise.
Now I crave chile and posole and sopapillas. I walk my dogs along acequias and down arroyos and climb peaks and vacation on the mesa. I’ll always be a Minnesotan at heart, but I live in New Mexico now.