I remember seeing photographs of the Taos Pueblo by Ansel Adams way back in high school, and I was fascinated ever since. Three years ago, I had a chance to spend a half day in this thousand year old village. After imagining this place for pretty much half my life, I was finally here, and somehow I felt a sense of closure, like linking one of many loose loops, a small check in a long bucket list.
Leaving the Pueblo, I felt a certain peace and an almost spiritual calmness. Though I had only a few hours to spare, it was an experience to last a lifetime. The American Southwest is colorful and magical, with so much history, cultures and flavors, and I feel lucky just to taste a little part of it in this awesome road trip.
Check out some good eats on this road trip at http://dude4food.blogspot.com/2011/09/driving-mother-road.html.