Barcelona Nights (O. Liebert)

Morning in Albuquerque. Nilla and I flew in late last night, picked up a blue Ford Taurus which will be our home for the next eight days and began looking for “Barcelona Suites”. After some exciting driving through the dark (severely jetlagged) we found this sad Mexican-style motel.

The flight down here from D.C. yesterday was spectacular, especially the last hours and the descent into Phoenix International Skyharbor. As we flew west, the quintessential American survey landscape was slowly transformed into red mountains, perfect circles of irrigation and fantasy mountains. Came to think of Corner and MacLean's book.

Now time for breakfast.