Art in Santa Fe

I've had such a good day today. First I went to the Georgia O'Keefe museum for some famous culture and a short lecture on O'Keefe and her life. It was really interesting and a good way on what would become a day filled with art and conversations in one of the most beautiful places I've been in the US so far.
After this I went to Canyon Road, one of the most famous art roads in Santa Fe. There were so many galleries and it's easy to make pass here. Anyway, I went into this one gallery and was greeted by the cutest dog ever. "That's Gracy" a woman said. I hugged down and scratched Gracy behind her ears so that we could become friends. "Where are you from?" the woman asked. I stood up and told her. And then she told me of all the places she had lived in her life. Originally from Nebraska, she moved to Knoxville where she lived in her car until she moved to Albuquerque. She then got married to a Danish man and together they moved to Santa Fe. She told me about her son who had died ten years ago and the conservatism in the Midwest. It was so incredible to talk to her and hear about what she had experienced. Every time there would be people in the gallery she'd say hello to them, and then return to me with naming me Sweetheart or Sweetie. Like this: "so, Sweetheart, where are you going next" or "so tell me, Sweetie, where have you been so far?" I could've talked to her for hours on end, but when I had to leave she hugged me goodbye and told me to be safe. So if you EVER get to Santa Fe; go to Meyer East Galleries. A pretty rad woman works there.
But art dealers are pretty talkative in general, asking where you're from and stuff like that. However, some of them gave some really good tips. Like this one guy who wrote me down directions to get to San Diego from Los Angeles - which is something I certainly must convince Ivar and my mom to drive to when they get there in July. It's only a 1 hour drive!

Anyway, in the late afternoon I came back to downtown and bought the coolest hat ever (EVER!) that looked like a dog, and then went to see a play that was showing in one of the local bookstores. It was called Love Letters and had me in tears at the end. But that's the kind of stuff that happens in Santa Fe: art just happens here.

So come here at least once in your lifetime. Seriously, you won't regret it. I mean, I kind of want to move here.

Nadia