Up early today in Mesilla, New Mexico. Time for four new back tires. Herman is sobbing into his coffee. These things are killer expensive but on the hot Southwestern roads we need more tread than we had. Then we’ll be up on I-10 West and headed for Tombstone. Yo, Wyatt Earp, we’re on our way.
Anyone who has ever suggested Thai food to me knows I am a spice wimp. This trip is giving me a thing for enchiladas smothered in a piquant (lovely word) not hot, green chile sauce. These were at the fabulous La Posta restaurant in Mesilla, New Mexico, last night. La Posta is an explosion of color, tropical birds (fake and in a big cage at the reception desk), and history. It used to be the stagecoach stop before the train went through nearby Las Cruces. Billy the Kid probably ate here. Hope he had the enchiladas.
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