I can’t move. I’m so stuffed. Ok, stopped for lunch in Gallup, NM. There is a place called The Coffee House. Found this place accidentally on the last roadtrip to Florida. The sandwiches there are so delicious. The potato salad is to die for good. I got a club sandwhich and of course potato salad. The funny part about this store is that I always get there when it’s about to close. They close at 3pm. Last time I arrived somewhere around 2:40pm or so. Today I arrive at 1:45pm and thought there is plenty of time. I was wrong. Today they are closing at 2pm, due to an art show they are having later on. Barely made it though. They only offered to make the food to go. Ate my sandwhich in the car then.
Oh while I walked out the door of the shop. A guy walks up and asks if I want fetishes. I thought I didn’t understand him right. Fetishes? I don’t know what they are. I’m trying to look it up, but I guess in AZ they cut off the Internet. Who knows when I can post this blog entry. I saw a wikipedia article Zuni Fetish or so, but I’m not allowed to receive this knowledge right now. :-( Big crocodile tears.
Now in Arizona and all the stolen hours I have gotten back. :-) Not sure how far it’s to the crater.