Breakfast NOT At Tiffany’s: Holding My Own In Sante Fe

 
There are many good places to have a hearty southwestern breakfast. But few  with the ambience of Sante Fe.

Yesterday, I had my favorite southwestern breakfast, Huevos Rancheros. I was very pleased that there were no refried beans on my plate. The chiles and hashbrowns hit the spot. I was going to dine on it again this morning, but was running a bit behind.

So I missed breakfast altogether. Drats!!!

After a long day of being at a conference, I was more than ready for sleepy time…but NOT before I burned some fire. It was time to feed the fire demon inside…or just to relive my former life as a pyro.
:o/

I was told that a big pile of wood would be waiting for me when I arrived. You see, I specifically reserved a suite that had a fireplace…but not just any ole fireplace – an authentic, southwestern, kiva fireplace. There’s just something about them that feels so down home cozy, that alot of the stress of this trip (like airplane and traffic problems) just melted away. I thought that I’d share a couple of pics of that fireplace with you from my vantage point on the couch.

Now to get back to burning fire…that is, after today’s lecture is o-ver.
cj