I often regret not heeding my husband's advice and this is one of those times. Driving into Amarillo he was on the phone telling me about the infamous restaurant here that advertises 72-ounce steaks - if you eat the whole thing, they give it to you free. "But," says my hubby, "they have other, reasonably portioned food there, too."
Instead, I found myself at a Japanese steak house carry-out buying chicken with vegetables and rice to take back to the hotel. Not at all memorable. But there are some travel days when food is less important than rest. If the people in the next room will quiet down, I'm sure I'll sleep well tonight.
Today I wandered through Sante Fe as a respite from hard driving. I parked the car near the old plaza and went into a few little shops, but I was too conscious of time to really enjoy it. Tomorrow will be all hard driving on interstates, but I won't make it as far as Atlanta. Thursday for sure.
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