Saturday was a bit more quiet, from the big family gathering the day before and wild weather. The day dawned crisp and clear after the cold front passed. We decided to spend the morning site-seeing on our own before our final round of visits.
The historic village of Mesilla is the home of a fiber artist co-operative, Tres Manos. We had just missed them the day before, arriving a few minutes after closing time. Today, we stopped at The Bean, a coffee shop up the street, to wait for them to open. I had an hour of panic as my primary laptop decided to spontaneously boot up in Airplane Mode and could not be coaxed out, meaning no networking, wireless or otherwise. Frantic pressing of the network switch had no effect, and attempting to enable the driver using software simply returned the response that it was disabled with hardware. A search of the Linux forums (using the iPad) offered a few suggestions, but no promises. This phenomenon is a documented but elusive bug, for which the work-around involves more magical incantation and wand-gestures than logical procedures. To top that off, the coffee was a bit lighter roast than we like, so the perfect day started out a bit on the grumpy side.
But, Tres Manos was wonderful. In addition to the shop full of shawls and scarves woven by the members, there was a roomful of looms to ogle and even more here and there in the shop. The co-op members are also members of the local weaving guilds, so we also enjoyed visiting with the staff. On leaving, we picked up a postcard that had the new location of Quillan Fiber Arts, a spinning, weaving, and knitting shop we had visited last year in their old location—on our bicycle, no less. They had moved because that location was considered too dangerous to get in and out of the parking lot. The new location was bigger and on a quiet side street. Of course we had to buy something.
The rest of the day was spent visiting with two of our daughters. After lunch, I tried booting up my laptop, pressing the power and networking switches simultaneously (the phrase “Mandrake gestures hypnotically” comes to mind here), and violá, the machine could see and hear again.
We had a good visit, and, after a quick shopping stop for items we would need on the next leg of our tour, we joined one of our daughters for dinner at International Delights, our favorite middle-eastern restaurant.