It dawns on me this groggy, windy morning that Santa Fe Time (SFT) is one hour ahead of Los Angeles Time (LAT). I rationalize a lazy day to acclimate to the time difference and adjust to the altitude, which manifests mostly in my nostrils.
I soak up some rays by the pool, taking advantage of Santa Fe's intact Ozone layer. The Vitamin D goes to my head and, for a moment, I relax…until, four teenagers come cannonballing into the pool. I flee the scene while hoping they drown. Back in the hotel room, I rearrange the furniture. I unpack. I make dinner for my boyfriend, hide it, and craft an elaborate scavenger hunt which will ultimately lead him to his food.
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I am well-rewarded for my efforts.