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  • My parents and I vacationed to Taos, New Mexico several summers when I was younger. We loved this particular place nestled in the mountains of New Mexico. It was a ski resort in the winter, but we always went in the summer when the sun was shining. The pueblo architecture and the beautiful town placed in against the stunning backdrop of mountains was almost mystical. The nearby Taos Pueblo of the Native peoples added an ancient authenticity to the area. It was near Santa Fe, but much less crowded. We stayed at an hotel with fireplaces in the room, and used to light the fireplace on the cold desert nights. It felt like coming home in some strange way. The nearby mountains you could drive up to were like driving into a different nation, the stark difference between the desert & pine forests were always magical to me. The stars twinkling at night. We always ate at The Apple Tree, a restaurant with a courtyard with walls around. Walking through the art galleries, and small shops. It was so different than my home of Tennessee. My parents and I were always so peaceful there. We often visited on the way or on our return El Santuario de Chimayo where it is said people are healed. A spiritual place, it has sometimes been called the "Lourdes of America." There was something about Taos that always touched me when I was younger. My friend there, an woman who owned a shop there named Linda we always visited when I was there. One summer we were on our way to Taos when we learned that Linda had passed away. It was my last summer in Taos, and sad in many ways. I grieved for the loss, and grieved for the loss of travel to this beautiful place. In many ways the people that live there are so lucky, but I wonder if perhaps it would not be as magical as the memories I had if I visited too often. I plan to return there one day. It will stir memories.
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