After the wedding, my daughter Patricia and I became tourists for two days in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
The pink mountain. Beautiful to see. The mountains get their famous pink color from potassium-feldspar (K-spar) crystals within the Sandia granite. Sandia is a Spanish word for watermelon.
View of the same mountain from the balcony at Solange and Mark's lovely home.
Old city Albuquerque
Sawmill Market has many food courts. The market is a great place for breakfast waffles.
I don’t know her name, but this lovely Navaho lady took the time to talk with me. I so appreciated her kindness.
Adobe buildings are beautiful.
Old church building in Old Town. San Felipe de Neri Catholic Church has been the spiritual heart of Albuquerque, New Mexico. The structure is largely the same as it was in 1793.
This adobe structure is fantastic. It reminds me a lot of the mud brick structures in Rwanda.
Indian Pueblo Cultural Center
Traditional dancers
Traditional dance clothing is very colorful and different. Our cultures are not so different.
Urukundo traditional dancers are a bit less colorful. Just as impressive.
The forests and mountains in New Mexico are not a bit like those in Rwanda. Huge boulders rest in place waiting to be freed.
Up, up and away. Flying high. Ears popping.
The tram is about the size of a small bus and takes passengers to the top of the mountain for a spectacular view of Albuquerque below.
The tram goes to the 10,378-foot crest of the Sandia Mountains. From there, there is a panoramic view covering 11,000 square miles.
Awesome.
It looks like a giant bird on top of this mountain.
A closer picture. Nope, it is a giant rock.
Close-up of the teetering boulder.
Rio Grande River. With this body of water so much in the news, we deemed it necessary for us to actually see the river. I must say, it is not as majestic as the Susquehanna in Pennsylvania, my home state.
Touring with Patricia
