Acequias Nurture both land and customs of El Norte
I was a long way from home and yet felt that everything around me was oddly familiar. There at the magnificent Alhambra in Granada, Spain, the tiled roofs and whitewashed walls, the ornate ceilings and horseshoe archways — not to mention the intricate Arabic calligraphy in the golden stucco — resembled not at all the flat-roofed, brown-stuccoed adobes of New Mexico. But the dry air and the wide-open blue sky evoked the ampleness of light and space that I so love about the Southwestern U.S. And here I was in the Patio de la Acequia, a place whose name rings with familiar words of the Spanish spoken back home in Chimayó.
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