I think I failed to mention that when we finally arrived to Santa Fe after the longest day ever, we arrived to our very own oasis in the desert. The hotel we were staying at was just a normal chain hotel you can find anywhere in the country, but it was just our luck to get the room we were in. Turns out we got a suite type room, complete with a kitchenette, dining table, and the best part: a pull out sofa bed which means we each got our own bed! That night we arrived we were starving, so luckily we were right next to a Burrito place, and of course the Mexican food is amazing in Santa Fe, so it did not disappoint. Perfect way to end the day!
Back to Day 7. We spent the morning in the main Plaza downtown, where most of the shops and restaurants are. Downtown Santa Fe is pretty much what I expected it to look like, with adobe buildings and Mexican style architecture everywhere, but it looked even more awesome in person.
And coincidentally, the weekend we arrived was the exact weekend of the "Indian Market," which happens every year in Santa Fe. Native American jewelers from all over North America come to sell their jewelry (mostly turquoise) during this weekend long event. However, because it started on Saturday and we were there on Friday, we just missed it. The good thing was that even without the Indian Market hoopla, there are still a lot of Native American vendors that sell their jewelry year round under this really long awning in front of the Palace of Governors. It was so overwhelming, but awesome, and I even purchased a necklace!
We walked around more of Santa Fe, going through little plazas and shops, and of course, eating more Mexican food for lunch. I'm telling you, the breakfast burrito with chorizo sausage may have been one of the best burritos I've had in my life. Just sayin.
Unfortunately, it was time for us to continue on, so we made our way through the huge red rocks and mountains of New Mexico into the great state of Arizona. Our last stop before reaching LA was the Grand Canyon, but we decided to stay an hour south of there in the small town of Williams, which was founded in 1881 and dubbed "The gateway to the Grand Canyon." Basically this was a legit cowboy western town. Proof: the random 'wild west show' that was next to the restaurant we had dinner in, and they even closed down part of the street to have said show. We couldn't really see it, but there was gunfire. Right after the wild west show was done, there was a musician who got up & performed at the "Route 66 Diner" we were eating at. Enjoyable all around, yet totally felt like we were in the wild west ... but in the modern era.
That's it for Day 7. One last pit stop and we're finally in LA!!!
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