Taos is just magical. We started with breakfast at the place everyone piles into during ski season – the portions are enormous, and I had a spicy breakfast burrito, which is definitely something I’d like to bring home with me.
Then up to Taos Ski Valley. It’s late April, so no skiers, but there’s still snow on the peaks. One minute you’re in Taos, with its warm, Mexican-Spanish, almost Mediterranean vibe, and an hour later you’re at around 10,000 feet and it feels like the Alps – complete with a very cold wind and some very cold-looking water. Even Taos itself sits at 7,000 feet, so the sun is strong: factor 50, always!
Back at the house, cooking boots on: Ron loves anything lemon, so I’m making him my lemon slice as a treat. And next week, all being well, we’re driving to Utah for Monument Valley…