34 hours in Albuquerque

Somehow I got lucky enough to spend my latest 34 hour reset, on the Cinqo de Mayo holiday weekend, in this very Mexican-American city. I biked all around the town and ended up in the "Old Town" which apparently follows the same street plan as many of these Spanish Mission towns. I had to ask myself where I was. Thought for a moment that I might be in Los Cruces which looks exactly like this place. In the center of the old town square is a bandstand which was being used for an impromptu dance session by a few young men. Great fun to watch.

Later that evening the bandstand was hosting a number of more traditional style Mexican musicians.

In-between I wandered the old adobe buildings, had lunch on an outdoor patio, met one of the brewers at a local micro-brewery, and saw a television actor who I used to watch on "six feet under", just wandering the old town like me. The weather was perfect - low 80s, dry as a bone, and a little breezy. Not a cloud in the sky, as I realized I haven't seen a cloud since leaving Nevada a week ago.

Another good 34 hour reset. I'm off to west Texas today to pick up 16 tons of frozen turkey.