I’m kind of a bad New Mexican.
I’ve lived here a good chunk of my life with a childhood stint in Virginia and a young adult stint in New York. But still, New Mexico has been and will likely always be home.
Although I’m discovering I don’t know or participate in much beyond my own little bubble.
I’m sure I’ve drove through most of the state at some point in my life but I can’t recall actually stopping and visiting more than a small hand-full of towns throughout the state.
As for local events, fiestas and traditions. I usually skip them.
I’ve never been on the Tram or cheered on the Isotopes (although I have been to several Dukes games).
My local sight-seeing pretty much stopped around the same time field trips did.
I’m learning new things all the time about the state of which I call myself a native. But it’s not so much a “new and exciting learning never stops” kind of variety, it’s usually stuff I really should know.
This past Good Friday I was going over the morning stories with a reporter and friend of mine. When she told me she was going to Tome Hill. I thought to myself, “Where the hell is Tome Hill?” but cautiously asked “What’s going on there?”
Her response, “Uh, it’s Good Friday? And you call yourself a New Mexican!”
Apparently the tradition to walk to three crosses atop this symbolic hill on Good Friday is a tradition that has been going on since after World War II.
I have never in my life heard of this tradition.
Sharon (the above mentioned reporter and friend) who recently moved here from Louisiana is becoming increasingly skeptic of my true native status. If I were President Obama and she was crazy, you might even say she was a “birther.”
I should mention Sharon’s been here for less than 6 months and has already been to an Isotopes game.
So maybe I don’t know much about faithful walks and maybe I don’t frequent the small towns of my home state and maybe I hate Zozobra… sue me! I bet I know how to make it up to you?
Want a margarita? I’ve got those down. Want a Strawberry one that doesn’t taste like over sugared vomit? I’ve got that down too.
Strawberry Margaritas – Good ones.