Kickin' It on Route 66 ~ New Mexico 6 - 2
Title: Kickin’ It On Route 66
State: New Mexico ~ Chapter 6-2
Rating: PG
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: The Allen-Lamberts take a road trip along Historic Route 66
Disclaimer: I don’t own Adam or Kris. This story is fiction. Other major characters are fictional; the places they visit in this story are real.
Dedicated to adamluvr36_fic ~ just because ♥
Lots of yummies … prepare yourselves
Time for a Allen-Lambert universe mini series. Hannah is 12 years old, Josh is 7 years old. Mrs. Willowby comes along too! Get ready for Americana and nostalgia.
Overview map of The Mother Road ~ http://www.historic66.com/description/map.html
Retrace the trip ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/45756.html#cutid1
Masterlist of Allen-Lambert universe ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/21722.html#cutid1
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ROAD TRIP DAY 31:
SANTA FE, NEW MEXICO DAY 1
Adam and Kris stood outside Winnie in the cool morning air, their hands cupped around their steaming coffees. The sun was just starting to rise, painting the sky and clouds purple, red and gold. Today, they were heading to the state capital, Santa Fe. The kids and Mrs. Willowby were still sound asleep and the plan was to keep them that way until they reached Moriarty where they would leave Winnie for an extended stay while they went to Santa Fe and then Albuquerque.
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Nestled at the feet of the southern Rocky Mountains, Santa Fe ~ “Holy Faith” in Spanish ~ was the oldest capital in the US, founded in 1610. It had been the capital of three different territories over the years before New Mexico became a state in 1912 ~ Spain’s “Kingdom of New Mexico”, Mexico’s province of Nuevo Mejico, and America’s territory of New Mexico which included Arizona at the time. Santa Fe was also the first foreign capital captured by the United States during the Mexican-American War in 1846.
When Route 66 was laid out in the 1920s, it was an obvious choice to have it pass through the state capital and come back down through Albuquerque. It remained that way until a childish grudge changed it.
In 1937, New Mexico’s Governor lost the re-election and blamed the politicians of Santa Fe for his defeat. He vowed to take revenge on them and with only a month or so before he was out of office, he pushed through a re-alignment of the Route and bypassed Santa Fe altogether. Having the workers build relentlessly, not even taking time off for Christmas, a new stretch of highway eventually cut through public and private land, no matter the weather or tide of public opinion. It wasn’t quite done when the new Governor was sworn in but word couldn’t be sent to the work crews to stop due to the weather and by the time they were contacted, it was too late ~ the highway was complete and cars were already traveling it.
Fortunately, Santa Fe didn’t shrivel up and die like many communities left behind when the Route altered.
As with most Spanish towns, Santa Fe was created around a central plaza. The kids were plastered to the windows, amazed by the curved lines and earth tones of the adobe buildings lining every street. Mrs. Willowby said he looked like an old West movie set, not a modern, thriving city.
“Here we are,” Kris announced, “La Fonda on the Plaza.”
“This is more spectacular than it looked online,” Adam commented, stopping in the middle of the lobby to look at the colorful artwork and detailed architecture. Weary travelers had found rest at this location for 200 years. The current structure was built in 1929, making it the city’s oldest and best known hotel.
“We can look later everyone,” Kris reminded them, noticing the others had stopped to gaze too. “Let’s get checked in, drop our bags off and find something to eat.”
They registered, got their keys, and followed the bellhop up to The Terrace, an exclusive floor of large rooms and suites with verandas overlooking the Plaza. The first stop was the ‘girls’ room, a charming space with hand painted headboards on the two queen beds, colorful flowers and stripes on the cream walls and a little sitting area behind glass doors. Hannah and Mrs. Willowby said they needed to freshen up and would come to the ‘boys’ room in a few minutes.
The ‘boys’ had a suite, large enough for the entire family to gather in ~ wooden floors with southwestern rugs, light wooden ceiling with exposed dark beams, dark wood furniture, a dining table with six chairs, a fireplace, the master bedroom and a large roll away for Joshie that would be brought out at night.
“Do you mind sleeping on roll away beds?” Adam asked, realizing that their son had been doing that a lot ~ roll away beds or sleeper sofas.
“I love it! I always get the biggest room and the biggest TV!”
“Adam … Joshie … you’ve got to see this view!”
The two followed Kris’ voice out the glass doors and onto the massive veranda that seemed to circle the entire hotel and was accessible to every room on their floor. Below them was the Plaza, a park surrounded by historic buildings and teaming with activity.
“Out here,” they heard Hannah call just before the two emerged from another door.
“Laddies, this hotel is marvelous!”
Joshie took the girls’ hands and dragged them into the suite.
“Wait til to you see MY room!”
The men stayed on the veranda, Adam holding Kris against his chest and kissing the top of his head. They chatted quietly about the things they were going to do and see over the next few days and Kris tried unsuccessfully to worm details out of his husband about their ‘date night’.
“I think it’s time we head for lunch laddies,” Mrs. Willowby stated from inside. “The children have already eaten half the fruit basket.”
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Café Pasqual’s was one block southwest of the Plaza and it was a beautiful day for a walk, which would continue after they filled their rumbling tummies. The Café, in business for over 30 years, was named after the folk saint of Mexican and New Mexican kitchens, San Pasqual. The colorful entrance didn’t prepare them for the vibrancy inside with brightly painted furniture, tiles and murals, flowers, dried chilies hanging from the ceiling and rainbow colored paper lace banners above their heads.
There were some Southwestern/Mexican dishes they had eaten before so they decided to try new ones. Joshie devoured his Breakfast Quesadilla, a griddled whole wheat tortilla full of melted Jack, guacamole, scrambled eggs and salsa. Hannah’s meal was more Jewish than Southwestern ~ homemade cheese blintzes, fried golden brown and topped with strawberry jam and sour cream. Mrs. Willowby veered away from the local flavor too, ordering smoked salmon on toasted brioche with herbed cream cheese and a watercress salad dressed with red onion, sieved egg, and a fried caper and lemon vinaigrette. Adam tried and thoroughly enjoyed his gruyere potato cake topped with two poached eggs, smoked trout and tomatillo salsa. Kris went all out with his huevos barbacoa con chile d’arbol salsa, his appetite sated by the concoction of marinated, slow-cooked shredded beef with eggs on corn tortillas, with pintos and cotija cheese.
Before leaving, they stopped by the small gift shop for chile pecans, a crunchy snack of organic pecans, chimayo chile, Kahlua and sugar. The kids turned their noses up at it and instead asked for the traditional Mexican Wedding Cookies, a classic of butter and toasted pecans dusted in icing sugar.
Munching their desserts, they headed back to the Plaza and explored.
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“Why are we going to another church?” Joshie asked. They had already visited St. Francis of Assisi Church and frankly, the kid found it boring.
“The Loretto Chapel isn’t just another church,” Kris replied. “It’s the site of an unsolved mystery … some say a miracle.”
In 1850, the Bishop of the Territory of New Mexico sent out a plea for priests, brothers and nuns to preach to and teach his ‘6000 Catholics and 300 Americans’. He received his first response in 1852 from the Sisters of Loretto. Seven sisters traveled from Kentucky, an arduous journey, and by the time they arrived, there were five; the Mother Superior had died of cholera on the way and another sister was too ill to continue. The Academy of Our Lady of Light (Loretto) opened in 1853.
The Bishop already had a father and son architect team from Paris, France in Santa Fe working on the cathedral and he asked them to design and build a chapel for the school. With $30,000 collected from the sisters’ family inheritances, a Gothic chapel similar to one in Paris was created, a striking contrast to the other adobe churches in the area. Completed in 1878, the structure was beautiful but something was missing … a way to reach the choir loft 22 feet above the ground. Carpenters studied the problem and said the best option was a ladder as a staircase would mean removing seats in the already small Chapel.
In search of guidance, the sisters began a novena, nine days of prayer, to St. Joseph, the patron saint of carpenters. On the final day, a man arrived on a donkey looking for work, toolbox in hand. Eight months later, an elegant circular staircase was finished and the man disappeared without pay or word of thanks. They searched for him, even placing an ad in the local paper, but never found him. Some believed it had been St. Joseph himself.
It was truly beautiful. The staircase made two 360 degree turns with no supporting column in the middle. The brochure they had said no nails, screws or glue were used to hold it together, just wooden pegs.
“I’ve seen staircases like that,” Hannah commented. “Why is this one so special?”
“For several reasons,” Adam answered. “First they don’t know the identity of the man who built it; secondly, they don’t know how it’s standing without support; and lastly, the wood used to build it is extinct and not from the area.”
“Can we climb up it?” Mrs. Willowby wondered, running her hand over the smooth railing and looking up its open center.
“I don’t know. It’s not roped off,” Adam replied.
Just then, people started arriving for a service and the family, not wanting to intrude, left.
As they headed back towards the hotel, Adam asked Kris if he believed the story about the staircase.
Kris really didn’t know … but he felt there was something extraordinary about it.
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For dinner, they drove to the Blue Corn Café. All that walking made them ravenous and it took mere minutes for the platter of corn chips and flame roasted salsa, queso and guacamole to be inhaled. For the main course, they all delved into sizzling fajita platters. Mrs. Willowby handed out the warm flour tortillas and everyone built their own mouthfuls. They spread on salsa, sour cream, and/or guacamole, then laid on the chicken, marinated Portobello and/or spicy shrimp, and topped them with grilled onions, bell peppers and/or cheese. It had been a while since the kids had had fajitas so Adam gave them a refresher on folding them up so the fillings didn’t hit the table. The only time a fork was picked up to eat the morsels that managed to land on their plates.
The day ended with everyone gathered in the boys’ suite and relaxing with some television. When Hannah fell asleep, Mrs. Willowby gently woke her and suggested they all turn in. Tomorrow would be another busy day and they needed their rest.
Once the girls were in their room, Kris made sure their son got into his pj’s, brushed his teeth, and used the toilet while Adam set up the rollaway bed and shut off the fireplace in the living room. Soon Joshie was tucked in and after kissing him good night, his parents lowered the lights and retreated to their bedroom.
Still a little wound up, they walked back onto the veranda and looked at the city lights. Music was floating on the air from some club and they swayed together, sharing tender words. They kissed for a while then taking the lead, Adam led Kris towards their bedroom.
Unfortunately, they weren’t alone.
“Joshie Bear, why aren’t you in your own bed?” Kris asked, more than disappointed at finding the son half awake under their blankets.
“That room’s TOO big,” he yawned. “Wanna sleep here …,” and with that he fell asleep.
Really too tired to deal with it, they got changed themselves and settled into bed, one on either side of their boy. As soon as he sensed he wasn’t alone, Joshie rolled over and rested his head on his Daddy’s chest. Kris placed a hand on his son’s shoulder and moved the other towards his husband, who promptly kissed it.
“When’s our date night?” Kris asked, swallowing a yawn.
“Three days from now.”
“I’ll … never … last … that … long ….”
Kris drifted off and Adam sighed, kissing his hand again.
“It’ll be worth the wait.”
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♥ = worth a look
♥♥ Santa Fe ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_IpMW_vs7g&feature=related
Sunrise ~ http://www.pswd2012.com/Images/Graham_S_February_Sunrise.jpg
La Fonda ~ http://www.lafondasantafe.com/
La Fonda exterior ~ http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/c5/a3/98/la-fonda-on-the-plaza.jpg
The lobby ~ http://www.vacationidea.com/pix/img25Hy8R/hotel/la_fonda_2.jpg
♥ The ‘girls’ room ~ http://www.lafondasantafe.com/images/accommodations/accommodations.jpg
♥ The ‘boys’ suite ~ http://0.tqn.com/d/honeymoons/1/0/q/z/1/03TerraceSuite.jpg
♥ Shared veranda ~ http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2660/5728674535_8a4ee432fc_z.jpg
Café Pasquale’s ~ http://pasquals.com/
Exterior ~ http://www.nmgastronome.com/nm/southwestern/Images/Pasquale01.jpg
Interior ~ http://nmgastronome.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/02/Pasqual02.jpg
Loretto Chapel exterior ~ http://www.virtualsantafe.com/VirtualSF/LorettoChapel/LorettoChapel2.jpg
Chapel Interior ~ http://www.concierge.com/images/destinations/destinationguide/usa+canada/usa/newmexico/santefe/santafe/santafe_012p.jpg
The Staircase ~ http://0.tqn.com/d/honeymoons/1/0/S/T/LO4-Chapel-Staircase-Side.jpg
♥♥♥ The Loretto Chapel Staircase Miracle ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvid_KnFq7s
State: New Mexico ~ Chapter 6-2
Rating: PG
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: The Allen-Lamberts take a road trip along Historic Route 66
Disclaimer: I don’t own Adam or Kris. This story is fiction. Other major characters are fictional; the places they visit in this story are real.
Dedicated to adamluvr36_fic ~ just because ♥
Lots of yummies … prepare yourselves
Time for a Allen-Lambert universe mini series. Hannah is 12 years old, Josh is 7 years old. Mrs. Willowby comes along too! Get ready for Americana and nostalgia.
Overview map of The Mother Road ~ http://www.historic66.com/description/map.html
Retrace the trip ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/45756.html#cutid1
Masterlist of Allen-Lambert universe ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/21722.html#cutid1
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ROAD TRIP DAY 31:
SANTA FE, NEW MEXICO DAY 1
Adam and Kris stood outside Winnie in the cool morning air, their hands cupped around their steaming coffees. The sun was just starting to rise, painting the sky and clouds purple, red and gold. Today, they were heading to the state capital, Santa Fe. The kids and Mrs. Willowby were still sound asleep and the plan was to keep them that way until they reached Moriarty where they would leave Winnie for an extended stay while they went to Santa Fe and then Albuquerque.
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Nestled at the feet of the southern Rocky Mountains, Santa Fe ~ “Holy Faith” in Spanish ~ was the oldest capital in the US, founded in 1610. It had been the capital of three different territories over the years before New Mexico became a state in 1912 ~ Spain’s “Kingdom of New Mexico”, Mexico’s province of Nuevo Mejico, and America’s territory of New Mexico which included Arizona at the time. Santa Fe was also the first foreign capital captured by the United States during the Mexican-American War in 1846.
When Route 66 was laid out in the 1920s, it was an obvious choice to have it pass through the state capital and come back down through Albuquerque. It remained that way until a childish grudge changed it.
In 1937, New Mexico’s Governor lost the re-election and blamed the politicians of Santa Fe for his defeat. He vowed to take revenge on them and with only a month or so before he was out of office, he pushed through a re-alignment of the Route and bypassed Santa Fe altogether. Having the workers build relentlessly, not even taking time off for Christmas, a new stretch of highway eventually cut through public and private land, no matter the weather or tide of public opinion. It wasn’t quite done when the new Governor was sworn in but word couldn’t be sent to the work crews to stop due to the weather and by the time they were contacted, it was too late ~ the highway was complete and cars were already traveling it.
Fortunately, Santa Fe didn’t shrivel up and die like many communities left behind when the Route altered.
As with most Spanish towns, Santa Fe was created around a central plaza. The kids were plastered to the windows, amazed by the curved lines and earth tones of the adobe buildings lining every street. Mrs. Willowby said he looked like an old West movie set, not a modern, thriving city.
“Here we are,” Kris announced, “La Fonda on the Plaza.”
“This is more spectacular than it looked online,” Adam commented, stopping in the middle of the lobby to look at the colorful artwork and detailed architecture. Weary travelers had found rest at this location for 200 years. The current structure was built in 1929, making it the city’s oldest and best known hotel.
“We can look later everyone,” Kris reminded them, noticing the others had stopped to gaze too. “Let’s get checked in, drop our bags off and find something to eat.”
They registered, got their keys, and followed the bellhop up to The Terrace, an exclusive floor of large rooms and suites with verandas overlooking the Plaza. The first stop was the ‘girls’ room, a charming space with hand painted headboards on the two queen beds, colorful flowers and stripes on the cream walls and a little sitting area behind glass doors. Hannah and Mrs. Willowby said they needed to freshen up and would come to the ‘boys’ room in a few minutes.
The ‘boys’ had a suite, large enough for the entire family to gather in ~ wooden floors with southwestern rugs, light wooden ceiling with exposed dark beams, dark wood furniture, a dining table with six chairs, a fireplace, the master bedroom and a large roll away for Joshie that would be brought out at night.
“Do you mind sleeping on roll away beds?” Adam asked, realizing that their son had been doing that a lot ~ roll away beds or sleeper sofas.
“I love it! I always get the biggest room and the biggest TV!”
“Adam … Joshie … you’ve got to see this view!”
The two followed Kris’ voice out the glass doors and onto the massive veranda that seemed to circle the entire hotel and was accessible to every room on their floor. Below them was the Plaza, a park surrounded by historic buildings and teaming with activity.
“Out here,” they heard Hannah call just before the two emerged from another door.
“Laddies, this hotel is marvelous!”
Joshie took the girls’ hands and dragged them into the suite.
“Wait til to you see MY room!”
The men stayed on the veranda, Adam holding Kris against his chest and kissing the top of his head. They chatted quietly about the things they were going to do and see over the next few days and Kris tried unsuccessfully to worm details out of his husband about their ‘date night’.
“I think it’s time we head for lunch laddies,” Mrs. Willowby stated from inside. “The children have already eaten half the fruit basket.”
~~~~ ☼ ~~~~
Café Pasqual’s was one block southwest of the Plaza and it was a beautiful day for a walk, which would continue after they filled their rumbling tummies. The Café, in business for over 30 years, was named after the folk saint of Mexican and New Mexican kitchens, San Pasqual. The colorful entrance didn’t prepare them for the vibrancy inside with brightly painted furniture, tiles and murals, flowers, dried chilies hanging from the ceiling and rainbow colored paper lace banners above their heads.
There were some Southwestern/Mexican dishes they had eaten before so they decided to try new ones. Joshie devoured his Breakfast Quesadilla, a griddled whole wheat tortilla full of melted Jack, guacamole, scrambled eggs and salsa. Hannah’s meal was more Jewish than Southwestern ~ homemade cheese blintzes, fried golden brown and topped with strawberry jam and sour cream. Mrs. Willowby veered away from the local flavor too, ordering smoked salmon on toasted brioche with herbed cream cheese and a watercress salad dressed with red onion, sieved egg, and a fried caper and lemon vinaigrette. Adam tried and thoroughly enjoyed his gruyere potato cake topped with two poached eggs, smoked trout and tomatillo salsa. Kris went all out with his huevos barbacoa con chile d’arbol salsa, his appetite sated by the concoction of marinated, slow-cooked shredded beef with eggs on corn tortillas, with pintos and cotija cheese.
Before leaving, they stopped by the small gift shop for chile pecans, a crunchy snack of organic pecans, chimayo chile, Kahlua and sugar. The kids turned their noses up at it and instead asked for the traditional Mexican Wedding Cookies, a classic of butter and toasted pecans dusted in icing sugar.
Munching their desserts, they headed back to the Plaza and explored.
~~~~ ☼ ~~~~
“Why are we going to another church?” Joshie asked. They had already visited St. Francis of Assisi Church and frankly, the kid found it boring.
“The Loretto Chapel isn’t just another church,” Kris replied. “It’s the site of an unsolved mystery … some say a miracle.”
In 1850, the Bishop of the Territory of New Mexico sent out a plea for priests, brothers and nuns to preach to and teach his ‘6000 Catholics and 300 Americans’. He received his first response in 1852 from the Sisters of Loretto. Seven sisters traveled from Kentucky, an arduous journey, and by the time they arrived, there were five; the Mother Superior had died of cholera on the way and another sister was too ill to continue. The Academy of Our Lady of Light (Loretto) opened in 1853.
The Bishop already had a father and son architect team from Paris, France in Santa Fe working on the cathedral and he asked them to design and build a chapel for the school. With $30,000 collected from the sisters’ family inheritances, a Gothic chapel similar to one in Paris was created, a striking contrast to the other adobe churches in the area. Completed in 1878, the structure was beautiful but something was missing … a way to reach the choir loft 22 feet above the ground. Carpenters studied the problem and said the best option was a ladder as a staircase would mean removing seats in the already small Chapel.
In search of guidance, the sisters began a novena, nine days of prayer, to St. Joseph, the patron saint of carpenters. On the final day, a man arrived on a donkey looking for work, toolbox in hand. Eight months later, an elegant circular staircase was finished and the man disappeared without pay or word of thanks. They searched for him, even placing an ad in the local paper, but never found him. Some believed it had been St. Joseph himself.
It was truly beautiful. The staircase made two 360 degree turns with no supporting column in the middle. The brochure they had said no nails, screws or glue were used to hold it together, just wooden pegs.
“I’ve seen staircases like that,” Hannah commented. “Why is this one so special?”
“For several reasons,” Adam answered. “First they don’t know the identity of the man who built it; secondly, they don’t know how it’s standing without support; and lastly, the wood used to build it is extinct and not from the area.”
“Can we climb up it?” Mrs. Willowby wondered, running her hand over the smooth railing and looking up its open center.
“I don’t know. It’s not roped off,” Adam replied.
Just then, people started arriving for a service and the family, not wanting to intrude, left.
As they headed back towards the hotel, Adam asked Kris if he believed the story about the staircase.
Kris really didn’t know … but he felt there was something extraordinary about it.
~~~~ ☼ ~~~~
For dinner, they drove to the Blue Corn Café. All that walking made them ravenous and it took mere minutes for the platter of corn chips and flame roasted salsa, queso and guacamole to be inhaled. For the main course, they all delved into sizzling fajita platters. Mrs. Willowby handed out the warm flour tortillas and everyone built their own mouthfuls. They spread on salsa, sour cream, and/or guacamole, then laid on the chicken, marinated Portobello and/or spicy shrimp, and topped them with grilled onions, bell peppers and/or cheese. It had been a while since the kids had had fajitas so Adam gave them a refresher on folding them up so the fillings didn’t hit the table. The only time a fork was picked up to eat the morsels that managed to land on their plates.
The day ended with everyone gathered in the boys’ suite and relaxing with some television. When Hannah fell asleep, Mrs. Willowby gently woke her and suggested they all turn in. Tomorrow would be another busy day and they needed their rest.
Once the girls were in their room, Kris made sure their son got into his pj’s, brushed his teeth, and used the toilet while Adam set up the rollaway bed and shut off the fireplace in the living room. Soon Joshie was tucked in and after kissing him good night, his parents lowered the lights and retreated to their bedroom.
Still a little wound up, they walked back onto the veranda and looked at the city lights. Music was floating on the air from some club and they swayed together, sharing tender words. They kissed for a while then taking the lead, Adam led Kris towards their bedroom.
Unfortunately, they weren’t alone.
“Joshie Bear, why aren’t you in your own bed?” Kris asked, more than disappointed at finding the son half awake under their blankets.
“That room’s TOO big,” he yawned. “Wanna sleep here …,” and with that he fell asleep.
Really too tired to deal with it, they got changed themselves and settled into bed, one on either side of their boy. As soon as he sensed he wasn’t alone, Joshie rolled over and rested his head on his Daddy’s chest. Kris placed a hand on his son’s shoulder and moved the other towards his husband, who promptly kissed it.
“When’s our date night?” Kris asked, swallowing a yawn.
“Three days from now.”
“I’ll … never … last … that … long ….”
Kris drifted off and Adam sighed, kissing his hand again.
“It’ll be worth the wait.”
~~~~ ☼ ~~~~
♥ = worth a look
♥♥ Santa Fe ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_IpMW_vs7g&feature=related
Sunrise ~ http://www.pswd2012.com/Images/Graham_S_February_Sunrise.jpg
La Fonda ~ http://www.lafondasantafe.com/
La Fonda exterior ~ http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/c5/a3/98/la-fonda-on-the-plaza.jpg
The lobby ~ http://www.vacationidea.com/pix/img25Hy8R/hotel/la_fonda_2.jpg
♥ The ‘girls’ room ~ http://www.lafondasantafe.com/images/accommodations/accommodations.jpg
♥ The ‘boys’ suite ~ http://0.tqn.com/d/honeymoons/1/0/q/z/1/03TerraceSuite.jpg
♥ Shared veranda ~ http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2660/5728674535_8a4ee432fc_z.jpg
Café Pasquale’s ~ http://pasquals.com/
Exterior ~ http://www.nmgastronome.com/nm/southwestern/Images/Pasquale01.jpg
Interior ~ http://nmgastronome.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/02/Pasqual02.jpg
Loretto Chapel exterior ~ http://www.virtualsantafe.com/VirtualSF/LorettoChapel/LorettoChapel2.jpg
Chapel Interior ~ http://www.concierge.com/images/destinations/destinationguide/usa+canada/usa/newmexico/santefe/santafe/santafe_012p.jpg
The Staircase ~ http://0.tqn.com/d/honeymoons/1/0/S/T/LO4-Chapel-Staircase-Side.jpg
♥♥♥ The Loretto Chapel Staircase Miracle ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvid_KnFq7s