Canyon Road, usually a-bustle with art lovers perusing blocks and blocks of internationally renowned galleries was a ghost town the plaza with street vendors, shops, gorgeous museums and eateries slowly went shuttered and cold. In those first weeks, anxiety mounted for us about being without our own home amidst “shelter in place ” orders and slowly gave way to hours to re-think, re-hash, reconsider as we continued to watch “The City Different” (Santa Fe’s artsy moniker) truly become bizarrely different than ever before. In the more immediate realm, an invitation to stay with our friend Cindy in Los Angeles ended with a dramatic call from her reporting about her work on the front lines as a doctor there, deterring our plan to head west. Six more weeks housesitting in Boise was dumped, too, and the continuation of our travels from there to include OR, WA, BC Canada and a possible month housesitting in a country cottage in the south of France, all shelved. We had also learned that our two house sitting gigs were canceled and everything we had planned went bust: Six weeks in Pollock Pines near Tahoe followed by a short visit to the Bay Area was axed. After two weeks in Villas de Santa Fe, a small hotel near the plaza, watching the city slowly empty out, we decided to look for a better solution while we figured out our next move. Back to the here and now:Īrtist-in-Residence – When does shelter-in-place become artist-in-residence? As soon as you say so. We’ll share more on our adventure south of the border later. After a brief time in Tucson, we made a spontaneous decision to drive to Santa Fe, New Mexico. As we watched and listened, we determined it most prudent to drive back across the border and see what developed.
Six weeks in, pleasantly settled into San Carlos, Mexico on the Sea of Cortez, the world started to change. In late January, from the outpost of my brother Kurt and his wife Jane’s Tucson home, we headed across the border for new adventures. And we liked the idea of continuing our travels from our home on wheels. In the end, we opted to drive as we had a few variables on the table – for one thing, we had two pending house/dog sits up in the air for April through July to consider. For a few weeks after the beginning of the year we volleyed the idea of where and for how long and would we drive or store Homer and fly south of the border. Old Mexico – We had planned to spend most of the winter in Mexico. Tommy in the living room of our Santa Fe casita The nomadic life has come to a sudden halt and here we are. Today – which is all it feels any of us has to hold onto – we are sending a message to let you know where in the world we are in the midst of the crisis at hand, to let you know we are safe and sound and how and where we put the brakes on Homer. We’re thinking we might just have the chance to finally catch up on all our blogging now that movement has given way to stasis. New Mexico, Here and Now – So much has happened since our last post on August in Maine. We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
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