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Acoma Pueblo – New Mexico

Zeroing in on the Pueblo buildings atop a mesa

The stars finally aligned for us to tour Acoma, an ancient pueblo built on the top of a mesa, about an hour’s drive west of Albuquerque. The last time we tried to go in February 2022, it wasn’t open. From a photograph taken from the road, it’s had to make out the pueblo on the top of the mesa from a distance. Blends into the rugged southwest landscape like a camouflaged desert animal.

We were among about 20 tourists who piled into a shuttle bus on a crisp spring day at the attractive contemporary Sky City Cultural Center (which has a museum and cafe) to drive up the one road winding to the mesa. Then a guide showed us around the small village of simple rough-hewn adobe house. A smattering of people live part-time so it has an eerie, abandoned, ghost town feel. (There’s no water or electricity). Otherwise they live primarily in three small towns nearby. The most impressive building is a massive adobe church with high ceilings, colorful painted designs of white walls. (Photos not allowed pf the church or cemetery, where we spotted the grave marker of someone named Betsy.)

A few women sold famous Acoma thin-walled pottery hand-made from slate-like clay in the surrounding hills. I should have bought one of the two-spouted wedding vases (symbolizing the union of two people in one shared life). But we didn’t have much time (we were trying to listen to the tour) and it was tricky to figure out which were hand-made and the best quality or price (varying from $360 to $120 to $60). I did buy two delicate non-wedding pieces with intricate black, white, and red geometric designs that were much nicer than anything I looked at later in Albuquerque shops.

Acoma’s traditional wedding vase is thin-walled and hand-painted with natural pigments made with plants and minerals by artisans using slender brushes made from yucca fibers. The clay is sometimes strengthened by adding shards of older pottery. Instead of using a wheel, artists use a “hand-coil” method that starts with a method I remember as a kid: rolling long “snakes” of clay. These are stacked to form the vessel. Then comes the non-kid part: gourd scrapers and river stones are used to scrape and polish the surface until smooth. But today, some are made in a more pre-fab way, using pre-cast or molded (clay poured into a mold) pottery (maybe like the kind found in paint-your-own-pottery places?) The molded pottery is heavier, more uniform looking; the hand-made coiled pottery has tell-tale signs inside (coarser, uneven, some tooling marks).I couldn’t tell with the two pieces I bought – they’re lighter than a tiny wedding vase I bought years ago near Acoma and also signed on the bottom with someone’s name.

I was struck by the many influences on this community – Spanish, Franciscans from Italy, Moorish ovens brought by the Spanish. The view from on high were breathtaking – a vast valley with mountains in the distance and rocky buttes and mesas dotting the plains.

Acoma village view

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Ohio Turnpike, Milan (Ohio) Melon Days, West End Ale Haus (Bloomsburg, PA) – Driving from Chicago to the Hudson Valley (NY)

As a kid driving from suburban Detroit to eastern Pennsylvania with my mom, I was excited when we first crossed the Ohio border into western Pennsylvania, only to soon discover (or remember) how long Pennsylvania is. Still, as we drive on I-80 today, decades later, I’m happy to leave the flat straight Ohio turnpike behind, in favor of a mountainous stretch of I-80 lined with trees (although preferably not driven in the rain).

Great dog-Friendly find

Unlike Iowa I-80 rest stops which have many appealing amenities (trust me), the Ohio turnpike rest-stop west of Cleveland offered no picnic tables or outdoor spaces to eat our picnic fare, let alone with a dog. Grrr. So we ended up taking a brief detour to the small town of Milan, west of Cleveland, which we learned is the home of Thomas Edison. We didn’t see his house, that we know of, but we saw many stately wood Victorian and 19th century red brick homes.

The town was packed with people attending the annual Milan Melon Days (as the street banner we drove under informed us). We found a public park with many picnic tables under a shelter, old playground equipment, and a pleasant view of a grassy slope lined with willow and pine trees. Worked.

Why does it always rain on highway 80 along the scenic but scary stretch through the mountains of western Pennsylvania? At least this trip, the rain was intermittent and Dirck was driving. (I had a much scarier ride years ago while driving solo with the kids in a downpour. Lots of trucks, curving road.)

We got lucky with a terrific dog-friendly pub (thanks Bringfido.com) m, the West End Ale Haus, in the small town of Bloomsburg, where we showed up just before the kitchen closed at 9 p.m. The server couldn’t have been nicer and the cheese burgers were perfect. We were the only diners outside on a Saturday night, with the occasional souped -up car dragging Main Street. Millie enjoyed her strawberry Greek yoghurt frozen treat.

Now we are at a somewhat grim but dog- friendly red roof inn a few miles east (Bloomsburg-Mifflinville).The woman at the front desk looked miserable and when I asked how she was doing, she said she had a headache and no Tylenol so I fished some ibuprofen out of the glove compartment for her.

No breakfast so I won’t get my on-the-road Raisin Bran fix. No carpet in our spacious but spartan room, disabled accessible, which was okay until about 1:45 am when people arrived above us in what I’m guessing was also an uncarpeted room. They sounded like a bunch of elephants dragging roller bags and rearranging the furniture for hours. Who needs sleep?

Milan, Ohio

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Swedish invasion of NYC? Welcome to Fotografiska (museum) and Fabrique (bakery)

First I read that our favorite pastry shop in Stockholm, Fabrique (Stenugnsbageri) is setting up an outpost in NYC in the Meatpacking District (on 14th Street, where else?)

Next came news, yesterday, that our favorite museum in Stockholm, is opening an outpost in NYC. Unfortunately it won’t be open until mid-October (we’ll be in NYC in early October) but Fotografiska  is now very much on my to-do list for future trips to the city!

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The Beach Cafe- Don Antonio – French Roast – MOMA’s Cindy Sherman

Before the torrential downpour on Sunday, I went to brunch on the upper west side and brought bagels from my new favorite bagel shop in NYC, Absolute Bagels, which were a big hit with my relative – no easy feat.  Walked across Central Park in the drizzle, browsed through Peru guidebooks at Shakespeare and Co. books on Lexington and 69th before visiting my aunt. we went to dinner nearby at the Beach Cafe (69th and Second Avenue)- good spagbol and chicken pot pie, comfortable neighborhood spot. Tried to take a bus back to the upper west side but the nor’easter had begun and I was soaked and buffeted by the wind within 10 minutes so managed to find a cab. best $14 I’ve spent lately.

Monday, met my college friend C. for breakfast at French Roast on 85th and Broadway. Nice easy going place. good coffee and oatmeal. Then onto MOMA which was packed with people on a rainy Monday. Was glad I had gotten a tix in advance – there was a huge long line. I also see that there’s a slight discount if you buy the ticket online (maybe $22 vs. $25 per ticket). The Cindy Sherman show was fascinating – and enjoyed the Diego Rivera Murals exhibit. also really like the free audio tour.

Met my brother for a very good lunch at Don Antonio, a gourmet pizza place with reasonable prices and nice ambiance, on w. 50th near 8th Avenue. Then walked up Fifth – didn’t get the madhouse scene in front of Abercrombie and Fitch. I’m told people are standing in line to see the shirtless buff guys who wander around the store. I’ll pass.

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