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?
Yuuuum! That looks delicious! Love you comparison of Bordeaux to Albuquerque. Paris is overrated anyways. Happy journey, keep shining bright daddio!!