I will never forget when I was in second grade, standing on the dusty playground at Alvarado Elementary School in Albuquerque pointing west toward the volcanoes. "We went beyond those volcanoes," I bragged to my friend about what my family had done over the weekend. "No way," my friend replied. Actually, a number of times I'd been much farther than the 10 miles between us and the volcanoes, and I now know that the strong impact of the journey's distance had to do with culture rather than miles. In a 1/2-day drive we had traveled to the Intertribal Indian Ceremonial in Gallup, where I had eaten blue, crepe-paper-thin piki bread and gazed up at people dressed in dreamy rich velvet, their limbs draped in turquoise. I had seen painted warriors twirl in the dust and felt drum rhythm pulse in my heart. In short, we had traveled to another world, and that otherworldliness is characteristic of New Mexico.
Never have I taken my strangely exotic home state for granted, nor has more traditional culture let me. When I was a kid, we used to travel to Illinois to visit my grandfather, and when people there heard we were from New Mexico, they would often cock their heads and say things like, "Do you have sidewalks there?" and, "This bubble gum must be a real treat for you," as though such inventions hadn't yet arrived in my home state.
Our state magazine even dedicates a full page each month to the variety of ways in which New Mexico is forgotten. The most notable was when a resident called the Atlanta Olympic committee to reserve tickets and the salesperson insisted that the person contact their international sales office. So, it seems people either don't know the state exists at all, or they believe it's a foreign country south of the border.
Ironically, those naive impressions hold some truth. New Mexico is definitely lost in some kind of time warp. Its history dates back far before Columbus set foot on the continent. The whole attitude here is often slower than the rest of the world. Like our neighbors down in Mexico, we use the word mañana--which doesn't so much mean "tomorrow" as it does "not today."
When you set foot here, you may find yourself a bit lost within the otherworldliness. You may be shocked at the way people so readily stop and converse with you, or you may find yourself in a landscape where there isn't a single landmark from which to negotiate.
In the sections that follow, I will give you some signposts to help you discover for yourself the many mysteries of this otherworldly state. But first, here are my most cherished New Mexico experiences.
