This tale begins several years ago when Wayne and a friend were driving through the Albuquerque area and happened upon a long, tree-filled road that captured his imagination. For several years, the exact location of the road remained a mystery. We made two abortive attempts to locate it on subsequent trips to Albuquerque, but to no avail. Finally, he discovered that what he had fallen in love with was the village of Corrales, New Mexico, located just north of Albuquerque.
The bed and breakfast we chose for our stay from the Internet was the Chocolate Turtle, an award winning bed and breakfast. First we checked out our room, the Sandia Suite (room, bath and private patio). Ah, yes, a king-sized bed. And a very classy southwestern decorating scheme.
Suite at the Chocolate Turtle ( nighttime chocolates were, of course, turtles) |
The very large back property invited us to sit and watch rabbits and quail feeding in late afternoon.
The rabbits ignored us completely. |
A tour of Casa Ortiz was the first stop after breakfast outdoors at the Chocolate Turtle. Casa Ortiz is a partially restored 19th century home filled with Spanish Colonial artifacts. We were given a private tour by a very knowledgeable and enthusiastic docent.
Patio of Casa Ortiz. Wish I could grow hollyhocks like these at home! |
An authentic adobe horno (oven) made us proud of a similar one we have in our own back yard.
Imagine the taste of a loaf of bread cooked in this oven! |
Saturday evening's entertainment was enjoying the music of a band in the gazebo in Old Town, Albuquerque. It was a family event, with people of all ages, grandchildren to grandparents, dancing around the gazebo to corridas and cumbias.
Tanya Griego with her band |
We ate a late dinner at the Church Street Cafe, where we had been instructed by our b&b hostess, Denise, to ask to be seated in the courtyard. A lovely setting.
Great place to savor my very large serving of guacamole. |
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