Our room presented us with some issues and challenges.

But who is to quibble when the daily rate is $69. Even I had to laugh with muted amusement at the brilliance of naming this facility an inn since, even to the uneducated eye, the facility was an old, shabby and rundown motel that had seen better days. I had the first choice, which is how we ended up at the San Mateo Inn in Albuquerque. To balance our differences, on this trip, we took turns selecting sleeping quarters on this trip. Besides not wanting to waste money, I prefer rubbing shoulders with the grittier aspects of life on the road where one meets real people as opposed to plastic, dull robots who often are bland and end a conversation with wishes for a good day without looking up from their fancy hotel front desk computer screen. I am inclined to seek out simple, frugal accommodations while my wife, Sarah, seems to enjoy the thrill of an overpriced room in a more upscale hotel that is spotless and in perfect order. But usually, there are some differences in priorities, levels of comfort, and, of course, the costs associated with leaving home. It has always struck me that when traveling, one learns a lot about oneself, not to mention traveling companions.ĭrafting plans in advance is helpful for us the anticipation of an adventure fuels the spirit and soul. Traveling is a favorite activity and our recent trip combined family visits to New Mexico and Arizona while also touring such diverse places as Santa Fe, Sedona, the hilltop old mining town of Jerome, and the desert-like environment of Lake Havasu near the California border. I am a devoted fan of spicy Mexican food, like huevos rancheros, prepared with red and green chili, which warms my heart and palate.

I am a good eater, and there is nothing wrong with basic diner fare back home, but now I anticipated a special Southwestern meal. Following a long day of air travel, flying from Burlington to Albuquerque, I was ready for an early, hearty breakfast. In November 2021, we arrived in New Mexico at the start of an adventurous 12 days in the great Southwest. In response to the question, we nodded and engaged our weary, sleepy-eyed, middle-aged waitress in what became a surprisingly meaningful and heartfelt conversation. Just 15 minutes or so ago, our breakfast feast was stacked high. “Did I overhear you say, real maple syrup?” This commentary is by Ken Libertoff, who retired after 30 years directing the Vermont Association for Mental Health. To submit a commentary, follow the instructions here.

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