I'm home in New Mexico visiting my family for the holidays. I come home because I love and miss my family and friends here. Otherwise, I'd probably never come back here. It holds no special place in my heart. Its a strange place. I lived here for most of my life, we moved to NM when I was 6 and I left when I was 23. There are strange neighborhoods and those that are a bit dangerous, its just part of living here.
When we first moved here, getting used to the spicy food was an adjustment. We came from steak and potatoes Montana, and in NM there is this chile (red and green) that they put on everything. So going out to eat was initially a big challenge for the family. But my dad had found this hole in the wall by the fairgrounds at Central and Louisiana that a coworker had recommend for fajitas. Worst case my sister and I could eat a bunch of tortillas. So off we go on a family dinning experience. But anyone who knows this area, knows Central and any street can be interesting but Louisiana is especially entertaining....especially for people that just moved from Montana. But my Dad is the eternal optimist, its where I get it. He just figured, were not down there for prostitutes or drugs so we wont get caught up in anything. My mom on the other hand, not so much. I can still remember her nervous fear eating there and ready to leave at any moment. While my Dad blissfully enjoyed the food of his new home state. His optimism and willingness to try things is where I get it.
I was reminded of this little hole in the wall on Saturday as I drove past it and it was closed down. Still a little hole in the wall that I would probably stop at because someone recommended the food, despite the characters on the street in front.
When we first moved here, getting used to the spicy food was an adjustment. We came from steak and potatoes Montana, and in NM there is this chile (red and green) that they put on everything. So going out to eat was initially a big challenge for the family. But my dad had found this hole in the wall by the fairgrounds at Central and Louisiana that a coworker had recommend for fajitas. Worst case my sister and I could eat a bunch of tortillas. So off we go on a family dinning experience. But anyone who knows this area, knows Central and any street can be interesting but Louisiana is especially entertaining....especially for people that just moved from Montana. But my Dad is the eternal optimist, its where I get it. He just figured, were not down there for prostitutes or drugs so we wont get caught up in anything. My mom on the other hand, not so much. I can still remember her nervous fear eating there and ready to leave at any moment. While my Dad blissfully enjoyed the food of his new home state. His optimism and willingness to try things is where I get it.
I was reminded of this little hole in the wall on Saturday as I drove past it and it was closed down. Still a little hole in the wall that I would probably stop at because someone recommended the food, despite the characters on the street in front.
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