I'm in Albuquerque, home of Walter White, so it seemed appropriate to pun on his show name. But though it isn't a joyous journey to spread the ashes of a loved one , I'm not so sad at the moment - just my sunny self, beaming joy everywhere I go.
Albuquerque seems like the poor older brother of Santa Fe; its edges are dilapidated, and its attempts at adobe not so uniformly beautiful. Still, what it lacks in surface beauty, it makes up for in personality. One senses it's a working town. People live here who didn't cash out a startup for forty mil.
In that way it's the Bordeaux of New Mexico to Santa Fe's Paris.
Wherefore art thou, Heisenberg?