When we first got to our resort in Taos, we pulled up into the one remaining parking space. I swung open my rental car door to go check in, and a dark pink hair Bow Tie o’ the Day was waiting on the gravel to greet me. Coincidence? I think not. It was a cosmic sign that Taos was exactly where we were supposed to be: This is the place! Or, at least, this is the parking space!
I’ll post a couple of Taos sights and our Taos review tomorrow, and then the neckwear can move on to other misadventures.
