Chickens and Trains

After both of us playing Sedona Golf Course and enjoying the "resort" course with the red mountains in the background, we drove out to Albuquerque. En route, we just HAD to stop in Winslow, Arizona for a photo op standing on the corner. We ended up eating in this local hole in the wall and it was off the chart incredible. I felt like Rachel Ray on $40/day-always ask the locals for good places which is what we have been doing.
At dusk, we finally made it to our exit and, let me tell you, we were not in the nicest part of town. Bob kept grumbling about picking this crappy place and how we are going to get killed and why didn't I look to see where it was. Well. okay, how could I do that when I have never in my life been to Albuquerque? We were in this trashy neighborhood when we spotted this hacienda and wooden gate. Yup, here we were!
It was only an 8-room B&B built in 1790 and was an old stagecoach stop. When you walked through the gate, we found an envelope with our names and misguided directions to our room. We went to a room that we thought was the right one and it was completely charming. Of course we found out in the morning that we slept in the wrong room all night. This one was smaller and was truly an old west Spanish room with a claw foot tub and attached shower head. A woolen Navajo blanket was on the bed and the walls were old adobe. We broke into another bottle of chardonnay from Tolosa and sat outside and read under the outside lights when we heard it.... a huge train whistle and a large freight train passing through, what seemed to feel like, our room. Remember Joe Peschi in "My Cousin Vinny" when he couldn't sleep or "I Love Lucy" when Lucy's bed was moving across the room? Well, that's what it was like. I knew the rooster's had to crow in the morning...it was inevitable and, yes, that was our wake up call. Well, that and the 5:15 train.