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| The dog does stuff and blames me for it. Stop taking photographic evidence, Cali! |
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| "Really? I'll clear my entire schedule to bite you. I don't mind." |
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Chile today, hot tamale. Yeah, I said it. Just get in.
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I feel like I'm falsely claiming to be the world's largest chile, when I'm really just posing with him. I'm a poseur.
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| ...is what a postcard from here might say. |
Cheryl took us down to Old Mesilla (mess EE ya) for some Mother's Day excitement.
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Where Billy the Kid was tried and sentenced to hang, and then they sold souvenir ropes and chile magnets.
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There was some great funk being played in the pavilion, but no one was dancing. I willed the crowd to burst into West Coast swing. They willed not.
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| Josephina's Gate |
Cheryl told me this is the most photographed place in Mesilla, and I'm nothing if not orthodox.
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Not Orthodox
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We then went for a wine tasting. There's a picture of it, but: unflattering. Yes, even compared to the pictures I AM showing you. St. Clair Winery of Albuquerque. Their Riesling won first prize and their Something Red won silver and their ma'am, can I call you a cab? ...zzz I do remember that it was all very tasty. Surprise: New Mexico is wine country, New York Finger Lakes Region! Are you jealous?
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It's okay, New York State wine country, New Mexico doesn't have Bloomer Creek Vineyards or my lovely Katy-in-law, Katy.
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