Taos Pueblo

We arrived on the 2nd day that the Pueblo was open for operation and it was a bit of a ghost town. Thankfully the winds were non existant and the sun was shining. 

The Pueblo was much like how I remembered it from trips taken many-many years ago. The only major difference is that the artisans felt fewer in between and the craft was beginning to lack, which was a bit of a disappointment. I saw prints and other items from different Pueblos being sold. 

The Pueblo which I remember being utilized as liveable home space with a tiny room dedicated to sales has turned into the opposite.Remnants of the buildings show ghosts of previous homes.. linoleum floors that cover the original dirt and stoves and kitchen cabinets from previous times, while multi rooms are used for store fronts.  

I also remember the kivas burning and fresh fry breads being sold. Unfortunately everything is premade for visitors. It’s still delicious, just not as exciting. 

One thing that will never change are the views. They are quite out of this world with the adobes contrasting against the beauty of the majestic mountain behind it. The small creek of water that flows freely down the middle of the Pueblo provides life to the many generations who have lived there. 

We were treated to a visit from some horses up from the valley. They galloped proudly into the Pueblo to take advantage of the spring water and freshly sprouted areas of green grass. 

The magic is still there if you look beyond the touristy aspect they’ve adapted.