Santa Fe is a town in North America, it’s high up in the Rockies mountain range making it a curious place. The sun seems to be always shining, the air is clear, it is dessert like and dry with pinyon and cacti growing. However, the ground can be covered in snow from November to April.
Unlike some other parts of North Amerca, New Mexico is steeped in culture. Santa Fe has a huge artists community, with creatives and actors in a huge abundance. There is rich diversity with a huge Hispanic/Mexican influence in feast day celebrations and customs. On Christmas Eve we visited Canyon Road in Santa Fe to experience the farolitos and luminaries. A tradition in New Mexico, initially these small bonfires were lit to light the way for people to go to mass on Christmas Eve. More recently children would carry farolitos as they reenact end the Las Posados. Now people use the lights to decorate there path to there door and to out line there roofline. People visit from miles around. Some say there is ever more spiritualism with thing this custome, as the lights also guide the spirits. It’s a time to reflect and remember too.
Also, however, Native Americans stand assertively within this mixed.
Yesterday, my family went to visit Cochiti Pueblo near Albuquerque
it was an amazing experience, we gained a small insight in to a completely different way of life. One that has deep routed beliefs in tradition and ritual but has been touched on by modern day American life. The dancers and drummers learnt a routine, steeped in meaning, orally as history is past down that way. The dancing went on for hours, many subtle meanings were completely lost on us as outsiders.
Our Christmas Day was peppered with traditions coming from all around the world, we had stockings for the children, a Christmas tree, we cooked and ate a turkey roast followed by a British trifle, New Zealand Kiwi pavlova and a chocolate log. We then lit the kiva outside in a adobe walled patio.