When I first moved to New Mexico I saw the adobe houses and didn't
think much about them.
I was eighteen years old and didn't want to move.
I had lived in only one town my entire life - I had friends that I would be leaving behind. Nope, wasn't thrilled to be moving to New Mexico.
Yesterday I took a drive to some places I'd not been before. I'll share that in another post. Today is all about an old adobe that I found near the San Juan Pueblo.
Over the years I've embraced New Mexico. The old structures really call to me.
I love them.
Imagine those adobe bricks made by hand, to build a home.
A lot of the homes were one big room at first. As the family grew so did the house.
They made some mud, mix in a little bit of straw to build another room.
Houses full of character, full of stories.