Ayer fuimos a un pequeño pueblo llamado Madrid.  Es entre Santa Fe y Albuquerque. 

¿Qué?  Es MAD-rid, no en Ma-DRID?  ¡ay

Yesterday we went to a small town called Madrid.  It’s between Santa Fe and Albuquerque.  They pronounce it MAD-rid, not Ma-DRID like the Spanish city.  In the late 1800’s it was a thriving mining town.  By 1970 it was a ghost town.  Now it’s a tourist trap.  Oh, sorry, it’s an ‘artist community’.

We had lunch in the ‘Mine Shaft’ and browsed some of the stores.  The movie Wild Hogs apparently concludes in Madrid.

We also did laundry at our relatives’ house and had our second Mexican dinner in two nights.  The Albuquerque Porsche dealer can’t figure out what’s wrong with our car.  We hope to know more by Monday.

It’s been blazing hot here but by late afternoon we had a thunderstorm.  That brought the temperatures way down and that felt great.

Laundry drying in the hotel room:

That’s ‘Mystery Diners’ on the TV.