Beep beep at 6AM, and I’d already decided that the cycling was out this morning. A ride-to-golf would only be about 7 miles, and then I’d have to try to painfully stuff the bike into the X5. Nix. Maybe I’ll ride tomorrow.
Sage Inn breakfast was meager but OK (when raisin bran is the best thing, it gets the meager label). The aura is decidedly spa-retired-Santa Fe, with piped-in new age nylon string guitar and decorator kokopellis.
Off to golf. The pro at the Santa Fe Country Club was extremely welcoming and we immediately appreciated it. We decided to walk the course and got out early ahead of a club championship tournament. My pull cart, however, was designed for someone 3 feet tall. I was actually striking the ball quite well but getting regularly slaughtered green-side – just couldn’t get the feel of the greens. Linda played well all around, steady golf and scrambling nicely.
Result: Rich 89, Linda 94. Bragging rights to Linda here – she definitely scored a handicap round and I did not.
Lunch at the country club, Cobb salad for Linda and a BLT for me. My Tecate with lime was heavenly reminiscent of Coctel Mary’s at Rocky Point.
Out for Round #2, more punishment. We ran into serious traffic at the #3 tee, a threesome of goomers walking the course who played very inefficiently. We decided to go find an open hole and ended up on #9, then played #7 and #8. Played the full back nine, Linda much worse (49) and me much better (37). By the time we finished #18, however, we’d played enough golf, and decided not to go back for those 4 missed holes on the front.
Back into town, we careened in to a Latino mercado and were drawn to a place called Puerto Penasco. One of the friendly male servers there spoke better Spanish than English, and Linda had fun practicing talk with him. The cold Tecates and Pacificos went down easy.
We asked our server where their shrimp came from – wondering if maybe from Mexico or maybe even Rocky Point. He didn’t know but the manager came out and told us it came from Maine. We asked, “Really?” And she explained, “Yes. Maine, Washington.”
We tried to siesta in the room, but of course we spent the time reading Janel’s posts from Spain (http://contomates.wordpress.com) and otherwise internetting.
Eventually we jumped into the SUV and cruised the plaza and old town Santa Fe. We soon found ourselves in Los Mayas restaurant, a decidedly touristy place but with a nice feel to it, and the margaritas were good. Our appetites weren’t too strong, so we split the Pollo en Mole. With hot tortillas it was really good, especially the mole sauce.
An excellent classical-style guitarist picked out one Beatles tune after another. Linda was impressed with his talent, but as the evening wore on she decided she may have committed a gender error.
During dinner, Linda (Lady Blogsalot) lost few opportunities to remind me that I had to stay up tonight and publish this blog page, while she slept. Guess where I am now? Guess what she’s doing?