I arrived in Santa Fe just an hour ago and already I am fully immersed. While I am waiting for a friend I decided to take the opportunity and check out the welcome magazine distributed as one enters the Adobe terminal and collects one’s luggage.
Magazine in hand I made my way to the little restaurant, pulled in by the delicious smells of home-made soups and baking. My first meal since I left Regina this morning helps me reflect on the day’s events so far. Travel fromRegina usually involves very early departure times, and today was no exception. A crowded airport at 4 a. m. was a direct result of the Juno Awards that monopolized Southern Saskatchewan’s interest over the past week.
The plane to Denver was full, I could hear people sharing their final destination points with neighbours whether they were interested or not. Austin, Santa Barbara, Kansas and L. A. were just a few names I recognized in the constant hum of voices. We even had our own celebrity on board, kid Lang had the front row reserved where she klept a low profile.
It felt good to leave behind snow covered runways and icy winds in Regina. Landing in Denver was smooth and swift, but grey and cloudy. Everyone moved through customs quickly and even the long lines approaching security moved surprisingly fast. I love the Denver airport – modern, spacious, inviting and efficient with its speed train shuttling passengers from terminal to terminal without delay. But then I realized, the stairs leading to the lower level (I call it a basement) I was taking to gate A61 meant that the airplane would be a small model, one that is boarded from the Tarmac . My boarding pass confirmed it: Beachcraft. The last time I flew on one of these was from St. John’s to Deerlake in Newfoundland. It was a foggy, grey and wet day and I was glad I could not see much. I was hoping for more this morning…
Despite my optimism, this little aircraft made me experience every turbulence with gusto. Two pre-school children and their parents occupied the back bench, and for once I was smiling through the deafening propeller noise and the roller coaster-like moves: the running commentary and excited giggles by the two little girls made the flight less tense.
All This is quickly forgotten: bright sun and warm breezes are full of promise for a great Santa Fe experience. It’s time: my tourism magazine awaits! Time to check out if there is more to see than we had planned during the cold winter in Canada.
Stay tuned for pictures and regular updates as I venture into the New Mexico landscape.