A foot for a foot or: the history of Acoma Pueblo


Yeah so. Plane delayed. We made it home. Bags did not. Slept in my contacts. Cat woke me up at 4 a.m.


But, what a weekend — I probably took 300 pictures, so forgive me for posting 298 of them. I will be back on my game tomorrow.

New Mexico was, as always, beautiful. The sun comes up around 5:30 a.m. during the summer, and since we were still on EST I woke up at the crack of dawn and went running– a nice 3.5 in 35 minutes and it felt great! The air is so cool and dry there — sweat actually does it’s job to evaporate and cool you. I almost forgot what that’s like.

You don’t so much mind running at the crack of dawn when it looks like this.

It almost compensated for alll the food I ate (no, not even close).

We went to El Meson Saturday night in Santa Fe for a Flamenco show. It was fantastic! Anika, my mom’s friend is a knockout and she sings like an angel.

I didn’t photograph during the performance but I did manage to get one quick non-flash photo before the lights dimmed.

We also drank gallons of Sangria, ate about 30 pounds of bread and shared some tapas of fried artichoke hearts with goat cheese and grilled mushrooms with chorizo, Spanish coffee and the best margaritas ever (um, but not in that order).

On Sunday we drove out to Grants, NM (about an hour and a half from where my parents live) to the Acomo Pueblo for a tour and short hike.

Always nice to have a refresher course on the heritage of your motherland (especially when you’re a white girl with no heritage). Whoever said America has no history has never been out to Sky City (I’m talking to you, Gwyneth Paltrow).

Acoma is home to the oldest continually inhabited Native American dwelling — they trace their heritage back to Mesa Verde in southwestern Colorado in the year 930 AD before settling in New Mexico in the early 12th century. The village is actually at the top of a plateau (for defensive purposes), and a couple thousand still live there today.

The whole plateau-defense thing didn’t work out so well, and Acoma was raided and conquered by the Spanish in the 16th century (who, if you can believe it, were even bigger assholes to the Indians than the Americans were). They were forced to convert to Catholicism and build a church, hauling 300-pound logs 30 miles from the forests at Mt. Taylor. They lived under Spanish rule as slave laborers until an uprising about 80 years later.

San Esteban del Rey, the church that slaves built:

Mt. Taylor (that little tiny blue bump in the way back):

Juan de Oñate (aka dickhead) founded Santa Fe in 1598. At one time, he ordered the left foot be cut off of all Acoma males over the age of 25 as punishment for a Pueblo uprising. Then, for some reason, the dude was still hailed as some kind of explorer/hero, and a statue of him was erected in Española, NM.

In 1998, during the 400th anniversary celebration of Oñate’s arrival, some local badasses cut off the statue’s foot. To our chagrin, a new foot was created by the sculptor and the statue was repaired.


Now that our history lesson is over, take a look at some more of the awesomesauce while you recover this evening. And be glad you still have both feet.



7 thoughts on “A foot for a foot or: the history of Acoma Pueblo

  1. a) Sweat evaporates? Really?!?

    b) America has no history? Well hell, so much for this Master’s diploma. *chucks*

    Nice pics, seriously. Very nice. Looks like a good time.

  2. Beautiful! I’ve never been to New Mexico, and kind of wish my parents would move there, too, so I could relive John Wayne movies. That bloody mary is a thing of beauty, too. A complete meal!

  3. Wow. Juan de Onate sounds like a little bitch. I liked the history lesson! Sounds like an awesome place to run — dry heat instead of all this stifling humidity garbage we’ve got going on in the east coast.

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