Burque

The next day I drove about 5 more hours to Albuquerque, part of the way through some bad thunderstorms. All along I-40 through the Eastern side of Arizona and Western New Mexico are stores "run" by Navajo people, though most of them are by now corporatized or have multiple locations. I stopped at one that was not a chain and appeared to be more authentic. I bought some fry bread with cinnamon and sugar and looked at the hand crafted pottery, beaded belts, jewelry, mocassins and dream catchers.

When I got into Albuquerque, or 'Burque as its known by many locals, for the old Spanish spelling AlbuRquerque, my couchsurfing (CS) host's previous couch surfer was still there. We chatted a bit and I gave her a ride to the airport and we made plans to meet up in New Orleans when we were both there.

tropical treat

The rest of the weekend, I explored cafe's and local shops on my own, went out more with Miriam, Matie and Dawn and soaked up the town. Miriam told me about 'The Flea Mart' which is a large indoor flea market with several vendors displaying their wares. They have already cheap prices and crazy discounts. I got vintage postcards for less than a dollar each, a set of coasters with my grandmother's initials on them and some vintage ties from an estate sale to give to a friend.

I even got to go to the gym with Matie and her friend Naomi, who I later met out for dinner and jazz in Old Albuquerque, which is not that old looking anymore....

written by  hannahrose on July 21, 2008 from Albuquerque, United States
from the travel blog: Summer Road Journey 2008
tagged Albuquerque and Burque
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