Santa Fe, New Mexico, has always held a very special place in my heart. It comes of having spent a relatively large amount of time there when I was very young and not as much as an adult. My great-grandparents lived there in the twilight of their lives, and we used to visit every few years. The memories I have aren't really memories...more impressions of color and texture and tastes. Bright turquoise, brilliant burnt reds and yellows, dust and sand and adobe, turquoise, sticky sweet syrup poured over fresh sopapillas.
