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Opera bound

It's time for a bit of culture in our lives, so off we head for the Santa Fe Opera.

Tonight.  For Madame Butterfly.  We've heard it's a crowd pleaser (unlike the last one we attended, which, while highly recommended was terrible in my opin). Puccini pleases, we're told. We believe these recommendations, and are looking forward to the event.

The venue itself is awe inspiring. Nestled in those sagey, pinony hills outside of Santa Fe, the Opera House never fails to please with its beautiful lines, amazing acoustics, and, mostly, its astounding performances.

We stay at a charming B&B in Santa Fe so we don't have to haul our very cultured yet tired selves home in the wee hours.

We've made reservations at a nice Italian restaurant in the railyard section of Santa Fe that has also been highly recommended by a good friend. Their website looks appealing, and their food reviews are consistently very high. They also have an impressive wine selection, which will make pairing food/wine flavors fun as well.

My plan for the rest of the day includes:

Finishing work details that need tending.

Snarfing down a quick lunch while I tend to said work details.

Heading out by 1:30 or so...running an errand or two on the way home.

Meet hubby and our friend (we were going with another couple, but one of them is on a business trip that's been extended, so it's just the three of us now, which will be fun, too) at the house, load up our stuff (minimal as it's only an overnight stay) and ourselves and head north.

With luck we'll have a little downtime before we dress up and head to dinner. That would be lovely, particularly given the fact that the opera starts at 9 p.m.. which is late when you're old like we are. A little rest prior to commencement of dining and arias would be a good thing, I think.

That said, there will be espresso for dessert.

Brief getaways can be fabulous, and we're looking forward to this one. On the way home we're planning to stop at the Santa Fe Outlet mall...which is always fun since we never ever seem to have enough athletic apparel or odd cooking gadgets or sundry linens we'd refuse to pay full price for but always enjoy picking up for much less.

If we do it right, we'll have experienced a refreshing outing and still be back in time to have some weekend left.

Which is always a good thing.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone!

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