June 17, 2019, Albuquerque-
This morning saw the last vestige of abdominal upset leave me. Today would be a day for treading lightly and eating slowly. It did not take long for the Elantra and me to get to Mother Road Hostel, though, and I was pleased to be able to get settled earlier than is the case in most hostels. An early nap took care of what was left to be cured.
I had hoped to get in a return visit to Blackbird Coffee House, in Old Town, but the parking situation is such that exact change is required for a space, and I’m still not one to offer $10, for a $5 fare. I did get laundry done, across from Mother Road, ignoring a “plea” from a street person who said he needed coins to do his laundry, yet there was no sign of said laundry, as he stood in front of The Wash Tub.
Mother Road is a thoroughly relaxing place, convenient to both downtown and Old Town, though it was rather toasty today. By evening, though, with laundry clean and put away, I ventured to the west side of Downtown, and enjoyed a lovely dinner of Minestrone Soup, Vortellini and sauteed vegetables, at Villa di Capo. Being the days of the Senior Olympics, I was joined by many people my age and older. This competition augurs well for those seeking a higher quality of life, as people age. I personally did not take part in the events, but the examples of my contemporaries spurred me to plan a hike tomorrow, at Palo Duro Canyon, south of Amarillo.
Declining spumoni or tiramisu, I bid my gracious hosts farewell, and took a stroll around the Raynolds neighbourhood, taking in both architecture (lots of Art Deco, in downtown Albuquerque) and street murals.
There is a pizzeria, two blocks west of Villa di Capo, which invites patrons with this sidewalk piece.
Java Joe’s, closed for the evening, looks inviting, nonetheless.
Raynolds’ residents seem to be quite active, in addressing the needs of their surrounding area.
These three poles adorn a middle school playground.
Finally, the full range of the neighbourhood’s vibe is shown here.
Albuquerque was restorative to my health, and a confirmation that hostel life is most suitable to my mode of exploration.
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