A trip to find dead Indian women in Santa Fe, New Mexico
In a few days I’m going to head down to New Mexico to see if I can find some dead Indian (or Mayan) women I met there last year. I may have told the story here before, but if not, it goes like this: I was traveling with my sisters, mother, and two nieces, and we stopped in Santa Fe. We stayed at a hotel there, and I slept on the couch shown in this photo:
As I started to fall asleep -- but before I was asleep -- three small Indian women visited me. When they came up to me I clearly remember them asking, “Do you know who we are?”, and after that we had a short conversation before I lost consciousness. The women were small, but not necessarily young, maybe in their 20s. The clothes they wore were very old, like you’d see in an old movie about cowboys and Indians.
I want to get away for a short vacation, so I thought I’d take the time to see if I can find them again, and also enjoy all of the usual things about the Santa Fe area. Trying to track down dead Indian women probably isn’t everyone’s idea of a good time, but it works for me.