The Bubble in My Tea
The first time I went to New Mexico, it was for the Balloon Fiesta. We were young so it was a real doozy. Flew for a day, arrived at midnight, slept at the airport, woke at 6am, brushed our teeth, spent the day at the hot air balloon fest, rented a bicycle, rode downtown looking for food trucks in the afternoon, and flew back that evening—phew! What a journey. There were no food trucks on scene. Fast forward a few years later, there were food trucks everywhere, it was a food truck “Feasts”.