It’s been two years since Tricia and I had visited my parents in Albuquerque, and nobody’s getting any younger. Though the timing was tough — squeezed in between our yearly Maine camping trip and a pilgrimage tour Tricia is leading to Chartres (she’s there now) — we picked the first full week of October both for Albuquerque’s world famous Balloon Fiesta, and my father’s birthday. Our first fall visit, we think.<\/p>\n
The bottle of great wine I brought was stolen out of our suitcase (more on that perhaps, if American ever answers my email), and the weather ruined not only our personal balloon flight (twice) but much of the Fiesta itself, yet we still had a great visit, refamiliarized ourselves with the food, art galleries, and smells of the southwest, and gave my father a memorable 77th.<\/p>\n
Oh, and natch — took a few pictures<\/a> .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s been two years since Tricia and I had visited my parents in Albuquerque, and nobody’s getting any younger. Though the timing was tough — squeezed in between our yearly Maine camping trip and a pilgrimage tour Tricia is leading … Continue reading