Waterdog

I recently explored a new hiking / biking trail. It's called Waterdog and it's a network of trails that surround Waterdog Lake in Belmont. I think I've found a great spot to work on my mountain biking and trail running skills.

Waterdog is scenic and surprisingly not crowded despite its easy access on the Peninsula. The park can be accessed from San Carlos or Belmont. The park consists of several trails that lead from the hills down into a valley with a lake (Waterdog lake). 

Mountain biking trails are graded like ski slopes - beginner (green), intermediate (blue), advanced (black / red). So far, I haven't seen any mountain bikers in Waterdog, but my two trips there have been during rainy weather.

This is the Trek Fuel 8 bike that I was trialing, in preparation to purchase the Trek Fuel 7. It's a full suspension mountain bike with extra wide tires. It held up well during my trial run. It was complimented by a trail runner who, like me, enjoyed being out in the rain. He was nice enough to pause his rain and take a picture of me.

Near Waterdog Lake, there is unique scenery that is reminiscent of scenery that I saw in Ireland. Enjoy the pictures below!

Purisma Creek Trail

A few weeks ago, I decided to work off some Thanksgiving meals with a vigorous hike. This time, instead of hiking my usual Rancho San Antonio trail, I decided to try another trail that I had hiked once before - the Purisma Creek Trail near Half Moon Bay. It was cold, with drizzle at the start and rain at the end. Just my kind of weather. And, the fall colors were in full display, as you can see in this picture.

Purisma Creek Trail is a scenic, steep trail, nestled in the Purisma Creek Redwood forrest and can be accessed from Skyline road. The trail follows a fire road down alongside Purisma Creek for about 4 miles, where it ends in another parking lot. It's open to mountain bikers as well - I saw 2 yesterday.

The scenery on this trail is stunning. Hikers are surrounded by tall redwood trees providing lots of shade, and every 30 minutes or so you cross a bridge over the Purisma Creek. Every now and then, the trail leads to point where hikers get a peak of the hills. Given the elevation, clouds move quickly and it creates an eerily beautiful and variable scene. The recent rain had cleared out the stale air and with each breath I was rewarded by clean, crisp, mountain air. Could it be that air in these forests has a higher percentage oxygen than elsewhere? It sure feels like it. Or, maybe the lack of pollutants makes the air better to breathe. Or, maybe it's the scents of pine, eucalyptus, and the like. Here's an interesting article on the benefits of spending time in the mountains: https://monq.com/eo/forest-bathing/why-mountain-air-so-good-you/

I started my hike at around 3pm, and hiked 3 miles downhill before turning around. This hike should be started earlier in the day since the trees prevent a lot of the light from coming in. One more mile and I would have reached the next parking lot, but it would have been too dark to return. As I turned around, the drizzle turned into rain. Fortunately, I was nice and warm with pants, gloves, a hoodie and a vest. It was dark when I ascended, and I was the last hiker to exit the trail. A forrest ranger parked at the trail head had his truck lights on for the final hikers to find their way out of the trail.

I usually like my hikes to start by going uphill, and then rewarding myself by a nice downhill jog to the parking lot. This hike is the opposite, but it can be down differently if I park in the Higgins Creek lot. However, that's a much longer drive from the Peninsula.

Now that winter is approaching, it's a great time to hike (if you're like me and like cooler weather and rain). I hope to explore new trails in the Peninsula and north. If I get a mountain bike, I may try this trail from the bottom.

In college, I took a class on music from the romantic era, which is the 1800s. In that class, we studied a song called Erlkonig by Franz Schubert. In tells the story of a rider with a child who is rushing through the forrest trying to escape an evil king. Returning to my car in the late evening reminded me of this song:

https://youtu.be/JS91p-vmSf0

North Face Endurance SF – Half Marathon

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On Sunday, I completed my first endurance race in 4 years, running the North Face Endurance SF – half marathon trail race in a time of 2:53.44. I had signed up for this race in 2018, but smoke from the Paradise fire caused it to be cancelled. This year the race was on, but the lack of rain showed in the scenery, which a lot of dust. The few places where we ran through shade, were beautiful as dew led to more greenery and interesting scenery. Overall, I was thrilled by my performance, given the relatively low expectations I had set for myself in advance (i.e. hoping that I would finish within the 4-hour time limit). The race had gorgeous views, as promised, and was hilly and grueling with 2,400 feet of elevation gain, also as promised. Below, I’ll share the changes I made in my preparation for this race that led to a great experience.

Fitness Preparation

In the months leading up to this race, I hiked Rancho San Antonio’s PG&E Trail 10+ times. With ~1k elevation gain, this trail is great preparation to strengthen core and quads for climbing and running downhill. In my last week before the event, I planned to hike Rancho’s Black Mountain trail for the first time. This is a ~12-mile hike that goes beyond the usual turning point in the PG&E trail and enters largely unhiked territory, as I would guess that only 10% of hikers attempt this trail when they reach the PG&E / Black Mountain turn off. However, there were mountain lion sightings, and so this trail was closed off. In fact, the day that I hiked Rancho, a mountain lion was sighted in one of the open areas. The same mountain lion, or maybe a new one?

I also did a few longer runs going from Mariner’s Point golf course going north towards SFO airport, culminating in a 10-mile run. These runs were mostly flat, but were still good practice to get used to running consistently for a few hours without walking.

In addition to my running workouts, I added core workouts in the last month before the race. This was something I hadn’t done in preparation for my previous races, and I think this added tremendous benefits. I signed up for a few Sunday classes at Yoga Health Center in San Carlos for 50-minute core workouts. I’ve learned that core includes more than abs – it includes some elements of chest, back, groin, and quads. Core is important for running, but is even more important for trail running. Trail running involves running on uneven surfaces which requires balance, which requires core strength.

I also switched my insoles from the green super feet to a more aggressive Pulse Power Step orthotic, which has a higher arch but still has the gel foam forgiveness. I added even more height in the arch support by placing a felt metatarsal pad on the arch. Despite a very uneven surface in the run with steep downhills, which normally would have caused a lot of pronation and ankle tendon stretching, I found that my new orthotic kept my foot stable.

Lastly, and possibly most importantly, I significantly changed by diet in the 3 months prior. First, I engaged in two fasts (water, herbal tea, salt), one ~40 hour, and one ~ 80 hour. I mostly kept the weight off through these fasts. In the process, I lost about 9 pounds and reached my lowest weight in about 5 years. I modified my diet, reducing carbs and curtailing my late-night snacking. I increased by intake of fruits and vegetables, snacking on carrots and celery when I need to reach for something to eat. At this lower weight, I found running much easier.

Race Day Preparation

A few simple prep steps helped me on race day. First, I was careful of what I ate on the day before, sticking to simple foods and avoiding alcohol. Second, I got to bed early. Third, I woke up early, and go to the shuttle bus early enough to avoid any major stress. Fourth, I dressed super warm with leggings, shorts, inner shirt, long sleeve shirt, sweatshirt, gloves, and hat). When you’re nervous and it’s cold and dark, it helps (mentally and physically) to be extremely warm, knowing that you can shed layers right before the start. It also helps get the muscles ready to work. Fifth, I didn’t eat any breakfast. North Face’s website recommends not eating breakfast unless you do so 3-hour before your race starts. Avoiding breakfast limits the risk of cramping, lethargy, or general discomfort. I don’t like eating when I’m nervous, as I don’t digest well under those circumstances. Last, I was dressed appropriately for the conditions. At race start, the temperature was in the mid-50s, and the temperature rose to low-mid 60s by the end of the race. I wore shorts, an inner thin shirt which minimizes chafing, and an outer long sleeve shirt. This combination allowed me to stay warm in the early parts of the race, while not allowing me to overheat as the day warmed up. If anything, the outer long sleeve shirt was not strictly necessary. I saw many runners in long sleeve shirts and long pants, and I feel that would have been too warm for me. The only thing I forgot was my anti-chaffing gel, which is a pretty big miss, but fortunately I got some gel at the first aid station and didn’t have any issues.

During the Race

When I signed up for the race, I projected my finish time to between 3:30 and 4 hours, so I was put in the last wave. That’s where I like to be, as it helps me start at a slow pace and gradually build speed as the race goes. I made a critical mistake when running the Portland marathon in 2015. I had come off a fairly good performance in Chicago marathon in 2014, and projected a finish time in Portland that was too fast for my state of preparation and fitness at the time. As a result, being with a faster group, I started too fast and crashed halfway and struggled through the last 13 miles.

In this race, starting in the way back allowed me to pace myself and not burn out too quickly. The first 3 miles almost straight uphill, and I power walked at a good pace. I walked in all moderate and steep uphill segments, ran all downhill and flat stretches, and jogged in slight uphill terrain. I found that my downhill running performance was pretty good and I passed a lot of runners in these segments. I credit yoga with increasing my flexibility to really open up my stride and gain speed during these stretches.

I carried my dolphin pack and stayed relatively well hydrated through the race, taking sips of water where I needed it. I didn’t have any solid food except for a few organic ‘starburst-like’ fruit chewies, and I avoided risk of cramping (except for having half a cup of coke before the last 6 miles, which was not the smartest idea). I did forget to collect hammer gels at the start, which have caffeine, but was okay without these gels. In a marathon, not having these would have been a huge mistake for me.

Conclusion

All of the above strategies led to an enjoyable experience and good results. I had energy in reserve to sprint the last .25 mile, which is a great feeling to know that you have managed your energy well. The finish area was fun as I chowed down on some oranges, bagels and almond butter, and a Sierra Nevada Servaza. I even took a picture with the reps from Waterloo, which is my all-time favorite sparkling water brand. 

Subtle changes in so many different areas of preparation made a real difference, and I know have a blueprint on how to train for future races. I’m glad to be back to running, and am hoping to get back to a cadence of races over the next year. I’d love to do another North Face race, maybe in another state.

The Lesser Known UK

I'm back in the UK on vacation after several work trips here with Stryker. And I'm back to my blog after 4 years? I can't believe it's been that long. My first visit to the UK was in 2002 on a family visit. After that, a long break. Then, more recently about 3 trips to the UK including Northern Ireland, London, and several cities in England. Given my past trips to the UK, this visit focused on cities less commonly visited by new tourists.

On this trip, I have been taking some day trips. On my first day I visited Canterbury and Dover. In Canterbury, I visited a museum dedicated to the Canterbury Tales. I then visited the Canterbury Cathedral. Unfortunately, I reached Dover too late to visit the Dover castle (but it was impressive looking from outside), and I was also too late to visit the White Cliffs. Getting a taxi is difficult in Dover and there are no Ubers. I'll have to return to Dover another time and spend the whole day here.

The next day was spent in London, mostly taking it easy and watching Wimbledon. The original plan was to watch Wimbledon in person, but we underestimated the difficulty in getting tickets.

The following day, Aroon and I went to Manchester to watch the semifinals of the one-day cricket world cup. We had great seats, and watched about 47 overs of batting from New Zealand. The Kiwis started off slow, but eventually finished with 240 runs. On the low end of acceptable for a one day score, and we expected India to easily surpass this total. However, the rain came and we took refuge in a hotel adjoining Old Trafford football stadium. The rain didn't let up and the rest of the day's play was cancelled. So, we took a train back to London.

The next day, we set off for Newcastle and Durham in the far North of England. Newcastle has an interesting castle and a 'black gate' - very medieval. The city was one of the hubs of the industrial revolution. People here speak with an accent that is between Scottish and English, but closer to Scottish. After the castle, we had lunch in a local bar and watched Cricket. India was batting and had lost four early wickets, putting New Zealand in a great position to win the match. On this trip, if nothing else, I've developed into somewhat of a cricket fan? I can see myself gravitating towards this sport over baseball. For me, the advantages of cricket include the ability to play the ball to all parts of the field, and the ability to customize fielding positions. I rooted for New Zealand as they were massive underdogs, and had very little fan support in the stadium.

After New Castle, we took an Uber to Durham. Durham is home to one of the top universities in the UK (Durham University). It's also home to a magnificent castle built by William the Conquerer and an amazing cathedral.

After Aroon continued to France, I took the train to Wales. I visited Cardiff and Pembrokeshire. In Pembrokeshire, which is on the southwestern coast of Wales, I did sea kayaking and "coasteering". Coasteering is based on 'canyoning', and essentially involves scaling down craggy cliffs, jumping into the ocean from rock platforms, and generally exploring the coastline. It's a great workout and thoroughly exhilarating. I need to visit Snowdonia at some point in the future.

Of course, throughout this trip, many locals gave me their opinion on Brexit; some for and some against. It will be interesting to see how tourism in the UK changes once Brexit has happened. 

Muir Woods Trail Half Marathon

One of my athletic goals in 2015 was to complete a trail running race, having done road races, triathlons, and obstacle races in the past. I accomplished this goal in May, when I participated in the Muir Woods Half Marathon and was cheered on by my parents. This race proved to be one of the most difficult races I had competed in due in large part to my lack of preparedness. I finished the course in 3.5 hours, taking 1.5 hours more than I would have taken on a road course.

The race was fairly small, with only about 100 participants doing either the 7 mile, 13.1 mile, or 26.2 mile distances. Note – anyone running the marathon distance on a tough course like this was certifiably insane!

This course starts at Stinson Beach, which is located just north of San Francisco. The road to Stinson beach is windy and one can easily get queasy. After taking off from the beach, we quickly went up, up, and up some more. The first part of the course is essentially a hike, as runners navigate narrow trails on rocks made slippery by fog and mist. Runners are also shielded from the sun by what seems like rain forest canopy – this further cools the temperature down, along with the rising altitude. During the first part of the course, I quickly realized that I had erred by not bringing 3 crucial things:  1) a long sleeve shirt 2) A water-filled CamelPak and 3) any food. I estimate that these 3 mistakes cost me up to 30 minutes in overall time, and made the experience less enjoyable as a result. And the end of a 3 mile climb, we reached a cold and windy ‘summit’ with an aid station. Unfortunately, only water was offered here, and most of us were disappointed. Deflated, I thought about going down finishing the 7 mile course. But, I decided to soldier on in the hopes that the course would become less difficult.

After this aid station, we ran downhill for another 2-3 miles. This was fun, but treacherous as it is easy to trip on rocks or roots, which I nearly did a few times! Once at the bottom, it was time to head back up. This climb isn’t as steep as the first one, and goes for another 3 miles or so. The weather warms up as it’s later in the day and the sun has come out. During the way, we hit our 2^nd aid station, which offers water AND Gatorade (never have I been so happy to see Gatorade!). From here, it was another few miles to the first aid station, which never offered a feast of food options (pretzels, candy, water, Gatorade, bananas, and more!) This was the fuel we were so desperately craving, and it came not a minute too soon.

After fueling up, we ran down 3 miles back to the start. It was a tough 3 miles as our legs were weary from all the ups and downs of the previous 10 miles.

After the race, my parents and I tried an Indian / Mexican fusion restaurant (much more Indian than Mexican), which was quite tasty.

I’m glad I did this race, though cold, hungry, and miserable for most of it, and now can appreciate the challenges and benefits of of trail running. 

Iran Adventure

Sitting on the plane on the way home from Iran, Neilesh and I wondered how we would describe this two week trip through central Iran. Vacation wasn’t the right term – the trip was rarely relaxing and occasionally unpredictable. Adventurous? Yes – that sounded right. During our time in Iran, we were constantly on the go, seeing mosques, palaces, walking through old villages, or interacting with locals. The bus was our home, traveling from one city to the next. We were constantly stimulated by tantalizing new sights and sounds: hearing the Azan or “call to prayer” in the evening, inhaling scents of rose water as we walked through markets, or seeing shimmering glass in palaces or mosques.

We were a diverse group of 4 Americans, 2 British, 2 Swiss, 2 Australians, and 1 New Zealander. This was the first trip to Iran for all of us except Larry, an 86-year old American who first visited Iran 50 years ago. Larry deserves special mention of the participants for his can-do spirit that should be an example to us all. As a 26 year-old, he drove from Oslo, Norway to Delhi, India with his friend, passing through Iran on the way. He considered his 2015 Iran trip as his final trip, as he now suffers from macular degeneration and is legally blind. Despite his poor vision, he signed up for the Intrepid trip and all the challenges (like walking, climbing steps, and dealing with the heat) that this trip would entail. To his credit, Larry went everywhere we did and never complained. He even climbed to the Zoroastrian temple in Chuck-Chuck (near Yazd), which was a steep climb up endless stairs on the face of a mountain. I can only hope that at his age, I’m doing the things that he’s doing. As cliché as it is, anything is possible if you put your mind to it. Larry is proof of that.

Traveling with Intrepid was an excellent way to see the country. I have traveled with Intrepid three times (Thailand 2004, Eastern Europe 2005, and Iran 2015), and have had great experiences all three times. I was especially thankful that my traveling companions were knowledgeable about Iran prior to the trip and could ask intelligent questions of our guide Mostafa. I also commended our Shiraz-e guide, a veteran of hundreds of tours, for his open and honest discussion on many topics about Iranian society in which we were interested. He also noted that it was unusual to have 4 Americans on a trip, and we certainly made his life exciting in good and bad ways.

The first question I get when I tell people that I went to Iran is “Why Iran”? That’s usually followed by “Was it safe?” The second question is easy to answer – yes it was very safe. The first question is more involved – no explanation is usually needed when you go to the Bahamas, for example. Iran has fascinated me for years, and these are the reasons I traveled there:

1       I have grown up with Iranians in the Bay Area and studied and worked with them in my career, especially in Los Angeles a.k.a. Tehrangeles. I wanted to better understand their culture.

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Indian culture has been significantly influenced by Iranians , especially in Northern India. Most of this influence came during the Mughal period. The greatest example of this influence is the Taj Mahal, built by Shah Jehan. Secondly, the Parsi’s are a community of Iranians who settled in India after the Islamic conquest of Iran in 642. Parsi’s have had a significant influence on India as well – some of the best known Indian companies are headed by Parsis. Lastly, Hindi uses many Parsi words. Many of these Parsi words actually come from Arabic (because of the Islamic conquest of Iran in 642). Traveling to Iran would allow me to understand more about the country that has had such a significant influence on India.

3      Iran’s place in the world is changing. Since the 1979 Islamic revolution, Iran has been isolated from the world. Sanctions have crippled the economy, and one sees almost no Western brands in the country. However, I believe this is about to change, especially if the nuclear deal between Iran and global powers goes through as many expect it will. A nuclear deal will likely result in the lifting of all sanctions on Iran. Given the ingenuity and intelligence of the Iranian people, I expect the economy to flourish under the new environment. This will also mean more tourism. Traveling to Iran now allowed me to experience the country before it became more touristy. Also, it allowed me to witness a society in transition; a society that was optimistic about the future.

Itinerary

We spent 15 days in Iran, visiting large and small cities in Central Iran. Neilesh and I also spent 1 day in Dubai on the way to Iran, and 1 day in Dubai on the way from Iran. These were nice additions to our trip because we could re-connect with one of our HealthCare Volunteer colleagues (Adil Shafique) who runs a technology company in Dubai. It also allowed us to contrast our experience in Iran with our experience in Dubai. The two places are very different, as I’ll explain later.

We flew from LAX to Dubai on Emirates, and then the next morning flew from Dubai to Tehran. We did not have to pick up our bags in Dubai during our layover. Highlights of the trip are bolded.

Day 1: Tehran – We were delayed at immigration for about 20 minutes. Apparently, this is standard procedure, as American Immigration officials hassle Iranians in the US. This made us late to our group meeting at the Parastoo Hotel in Tehran. Later that day, we visited the Goltesan palace – a UNESCO world heritage site.

Day 2: Persepolis – We flew from Tehran to Shiraz. We visited Naqsh-e Rostam and Persepolis, the ancient Iranian capital during the Achaemenid empire around 500 BC with Kings Darius, Xerxes, and Artaxerxes. Persoplis (which means ‘Place of Persians’) is also a UNESCO world heritage site (in fact it was elected to UNESCO in its first year of eligibility in 1979 – it’s that old and amazing). Persepolis may be the most important site in all of Iran.

Day 3: Shiraz – Today some of us did an optional tour in Shiraz. We visited Nasir-ol-Molk Mosque and Khan Madraseh, Bagh-e Eram Gardens, and Tomb of Hafez (the highlight of the 3).

Day 4: Nomad Stay – We drove into the nearby mountains to stay with a nomadic family who speaks a type of Turkish (although they are Persian). It was nice to escape the heat in the mountains for an evening.

Day 5: Eghlid – Eghlid is a small town. This stop was mainly meant to break up our journey, although we did see a Zoroastrian tower of silence.

Day 6: Caravanserai Zein-o-din  – Caravanserais are places where caravans could rest on their long journeys. Now, they have been converted to unique hotels. Located in the middle of the desert, the views were stunning. I walked through the desert towards some ruins. We also got great pictures of the sunset. At night, the hotel staff (who is from Balochistan) performed some traditional dances for us. This day was one of highlights of the trip.

Day 7-8: Yazd – Our trip continued as we drove to Yazd, another desert city. Yazd is home to many ancient Zoroastrian sites. The city’s architecture is also unique, with ‘wind towers’ to cool homes. On our 2^nd day in Yazd, I took an optional tour with Neilesh and Larry to see some unique sites: Kharanaq-Chak-Cahk-Meybod. Kharanaq is an ancient and abandoned village; Chak-chak is an ancient (and the holiest) Zoroastrian temple which has water the never stops dripping. Meybod is an ancient fortress (claimed to have relics from 4000 BC, but I’m not so sure).

Day 9-11: Esfahan – From Yazd, we made another epic drive on a public bus (but a very nice, spacious one) to Esfahan. Esfahan nesf-e-jahan, as they say, which means “Esfahan is half the world.” Esfahan was rated as the best Islamic city at one point, and the stunning architecture in the main square makes it clear why. My favorite site in Esfahan was the Lady’s Mosque in the main square.

Day 12: Abyaneh - Abyaneh is another mountain village. Again, we appreciated the cooler weather. We took a nice walk through the town, and had tea at a nice hotel with good views of the valley.

Day 13: Kashan - This was our last stop before Tehran. On the way to Kashan, we passed the Natanz nuclear site. In Kashan, we had dinner with a local family, and got to have good conversations with our hosts.

Day 14-15: Tehran – We visited the shrine of Ayatollah Khomeni  (some say Imam, but I was taught that there are only 12 Imams in Shi’ite Islam and he’s not one of them). This was closed for renovations. We also visited the Iran-Iraq war memorial. We Americans also visited the former US embassy.

Over the next several articles, I hope to write in more detail about different topics: religion, language, food, etc. while weaving in my experiences from this trip. Time will tell where Iran ranks in all of my trips, but I know it will be near the top (at least in the cultural category).

I came away from my Iran trip with tremendous respect for the Iranian people and their ancient culture. I believe the country has a bright future ahead of it, especially if a nuclear deal is reached. I am excited to see what a renaissance of Persian culture will look in the coming years.

Santa Fe Revisited

After nearly 20 years, my family and I returned to Santa Fe in February 2015, this time to celebrate my mom’s 60^th birthday.  The mystique of the southwest (and the unique jewelry of this region) has always fascinated my mom, and thus we thought it a great destination for her birthday. We were not disappointed. 

   

We stayed in an elegant, south-western themed house at the intersection of Sunset and Artist. Built by a local architect, our house location allowed us to walk into the town, which we did on several occasions.

Santa Fe sits at 7,100 feet. As such, we were light-headed in our first few days here. It’s not as bad as say, Cusco, Peru, but walking uphill for 5 minutes leaves you winded. Towards the end of the trip, however, we adjusted.

Santa Fe is a town for artists and craftsmen. In that respect, I think the city is similar to Portland, Oregon. Santa Fe also became the home of Georgia O’Keefe, the famous American artist who moved here from New York (just like the owner of our house, Justin).

On Saturday, part of our group went to Taos to the Hanuman temple. My mom and I went into the town of Santa Fe to do some (window) jewelry shopping. We scoured the plaza for stores and visited the row of Native Americans who were selling their jewelry. Twenty years ago, I despised jewelry shopping – or waiting in the stores or outside for my mom to do her shopping. This time around, I had more fun. In the last several months, I have watched various gem shows that have taught me that there’s a whole world of gems beyond the most recognized diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires. It’s a painstaking process to unearth these minerals, and the selling process is fascinating. Many of the rarest gems don’t make it to the retail market – instead, as soon as they are discovered, discerning buyers send emissaries to bid on them.

What really struck me on this trip was how our trip planning and execution differed from our earlier trips when I was growing up. In those days, we would leave the hotel / motel by 9am and drive 2-4 hours to our next destination. In a city, we would have at least 3 sites to see. Our trips nowadays are more about leisurely waking up, relaxing, and minimal car journeys. I think a balance between the two is best, but the issue with the latter approach is that you can’t learn about a place if you’re spending most of your time at home. Unfortunately, most of us got sick on this trip (stomach bugs or colds) so we were limited in how much we could explore.

Still, just before leaving, I walked down to a memorial structure in Hillside Park to try to learn something about this city. The monument is a winding upward path with brief descriptions of key periods in the history of Santa Fe, from the 1500s onwards. From reading these signs, I gathered that the city is a mix of Native American, Spanish, European-American, and Mexican influences. Interestingly, the Spanish influence seems stronger here than it does in California, where there is more Mexican influence.

Despite the sickness issues, we had a good time in the alluring city of Santa Fe. It was nice to return to a city that captivated our imagination 20 years ago.