Dear Life, I visited New Mexico in 1990. This photo said, “your life is about to change”. I was living and working in New York City with no intention of moving but LIFE had other ideas. June 1991, my job at Fashion Institute of Technology ended. I took a leap of faith and decided to checkout Santa Fe. I shipped books and art supplies. Everything else was gifted to a young couple who were moving into NYC. Paying it forward. I landed in my Soul’s Home. Today, I smile as I remember. Lighten Up.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
PRM at Ojo Caliente, 1990
Pamela Rose Markoya 
Hello Pamela, What a lovely story! Believe it or not, it was a dining experience in Manhattan that resulted in Greg’s and my first experience in Santa Fe.,, It was 1983 and we went to a Santa Fe themed restaurant in the upper west side, I believe actually called Santa Fe. We both remember being totally intrigued with the aesthetic: round-edged Orange-rose colored walls and turquoise trim; the pottery, rugs and art; and, of course, the spicy Mexican-type food. So we arranged a trip to New Mexico, stayed with Greg’s aunt in Albuquerque, visited ancient Pueblo sites, and spent 3-4 days in Santa Fe. Back then, the plaza area was in construction: many of what are now shops and galleries one or two blocks from the plaza were still just bare sheetrock, but there were a handful of stores. We didn’t realize there were what are called adobe-style hotels and stayed in a Victorian bed and Breakfast near the plaza. Burnt our tastebuds at Tomasitas. Visited places just on the edge of town where the hippies had hung out. Drove up to Taos and rafted through the furious Taos Box. (I’ll find the photo somewhere…) Who would have guessed we’d come back in 2016 and again in 2019 and decide to stay? Greg’s uncle and aunt are buried in the National Cemetary here: a family connection to this austere and beautiful place. Thanks for inspiring these memories… XO, Nina
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