@Retro-Grouch I tried to post this in a message to you but it is too long so the board will have to suffer it along with you:
When I was in the Chimayo area in '09 I had a contact who was local. Indian given shortly after birth to New Mexican Spanish and raised by them. He had solid roots in both cultures and his natural dad took him as a youth to the mystic holy places of powerful stones and so forth. He had a good job in the VA and did well because he could get along with the New Mexicans, Mexicans, Indians and Anglos. He was a fun guy but had that disease which claims so many Indians, the bottle. Great guy with amazing pull. Got us into a few "closed:" churches that are famous. The insides with the agonies of saints in carved, bleeding and tortured figures. Very Latin and alien to my life. It was a trip into another world.
We saw the "holy pit" later revealed to be a hoax filled by the priests at night. Oh, well. All in all a very different place and an interesting one. The babe I was with had lived in Chimayo for two or three years and shot a lot of pics on our trip. I, regrettably, did not. I will not have the opportunity again to get into those "closed" churches.
A little laugh, the babe had connections down in ABQ whom we visited. And we went out for dinner at a joint where the locals eat. Their son wanted get one up on me and see how thick my mud was on hot stuff. He ordered his stuff "Christmas Tree" so I did the same. He figured he had bagged me. LMAO I grew up eating hot foods and liberally use Tabasco and Tabasco Sriracha. When I plowed through the tacos or burritos without breaking a sweat he was at first disappointed and then welcomed me to the club. This has happened before. Folks rarely think a pale Anglo like me eats that stuff.
I know you are eatin' good in NM.