Gawd, I love this place! Great sleeping and woke up to read (yes, still Hedgehog), did a 45-minute stretching session with Royce - non contact. Scrambled eggs and itty-bitty Ditty's (Royce's sister) toasted banana nut bread set us up for a late start to the day. But we're on Taos time now.
Decided to take the back road - upper Ranchitas Road - to the Millicent Rogers Museum. She was a Standard Oil heiress. Interesting lady who spent her last years in Taos collecting Indian art. The museum is lovely - lots of beautiful Indian jewelry, sculpture and pictures of her in the 50s.
http://www.millicentrogers.org/ andhttp://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/03/16/fabulous-dead-people-millicent-rogers/
The previous links are good websites about her - worth reading, although I bet Kay Ray is the only person who will. :)
Royce's two bits: En route to the museum, we came across an abandoned pickup in a field with its entire bed transformed into a flower garden. Pretty amazing... but not for Taos. It was beautiful. This is a quirky, fun place where you can always expect the unexpected!
Back to Barb...
From there we drove back to park near the Plaza and found our favorite Taos gaggle of girls again at the Plaza. Had fun talking with them, met Janie's beautiful daughter - a screen writer and tarot card reader - is there anything these ladies don't do? Patricia, the curandera, when I told her about my back and the fact that I was about to get a masssage, grabbed (well, I exaggerate) my hip bones and asked one of the other gals which was higher. It was the left, of course, because that's the side that was injured. Long story short, Patricia offered up a cure if my massage didn't do it for me.
My Brant massage was fabulous! The chronic ache was gone and I was dancing. So much so that I walked out without my glasses. Royce ran back for them once I took off my dark glasses and realized the replacements were still close to a massage table on a chair.
Antonio's and Orlando's - our choices for dinner - were both closed, so we ended up on the south side of town at Tequila's for a so-so dinner. The sangria was good, Royce's chicken mole enchiladas were good. My cheese enchiladas set my cholesterol count back about six months. Sheesh.
Home to watch part of "Finding Neverland." Either the movie wasn't that great or the massage put me under, but I cried wolf halfway through and went to bed. Read the real estate section of the Taos News and crashed. Hasta manana.
Royce's two bits: Nothing to add for this day. I remember nothing. Guess it was the sangria.
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