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| Santa Fe Shadows and Light |
It doesn’t take long to discern that Santa Fe is a city of believers.
If the shops stuffed with dream catchers, turquoise-encrusted crosses, or healing gemstone bracelets and rings aren’t enough to convince you, then just belly up to the bar at The Shed, the town’s ‘must go’ lunch spot where friendly townsfolk gladly share a story or two with first time visitors, like me.
“Santa Fe is steeped in folklore and ghosts,” said Sam, a lawyer and 20-year resident who insisted I order enchiladas smothered in locally made red and green chili sauce, called “Christmas” if you order it on the same plate.
When I told him I was staying just down the road at the Inn and Spa at Loretto, he shoved a fork full of posole into his mouth nodded. “Well then you might meet Sister George, the cigar-smoking nun who supposedly haunts it.”
Cigar-smoking nuns? Haunting?
