Instead of driving 11 hours to enjoy the unmistakable charm of Sante Fe, I decided to cross the Commerce Street bridge and experience New Mexico in Dallas.
The Belmont hotel is literally a step into another world – or, more accurately, another state. The red tiled roofs and white concrete walls of the hotel lined with cacti and brush transport me to my days as a girl on family trips to our home in Sante Fe.
Beautiful heat surrounds me as I meander down the asphalt road to the Belmont’s Sunday oasis – the pool. I have heard stories about this place on Sundays and had to go see for myself.
Towels and bodies strewn out on the lawn, white umbrellas providing the tiniest bit of shade, a rectangular pool full of young people with a porch overlooking the pool.
People look at me as I wander in without a swimsuit and small camera in hand. I snap my photos, take in the aura of the place and continue down the path to the very blue workout facility. I do not have a key but a kind gentlemen working out lets me in. He suggests that I work out while I’m there and I point out that while a great idea, flip flops and sear sucker shorts do not lend themselves to exercising. Again, I snap my photos – some in the women’s locker room – and brace myself for the hike up the hill.
As I walk back past the pool, I can’t help but picture a young lady all in white, standing next to a man in a tuxedo, at the tip of the lawn by the pool, looking out over the beauty of the Dallas skyline as they say their vows to one another. What an unbelievable place to get married! Guests would stay in the hotel, the bar and patio are ideal for a party, and you get to take in Dallas in the most unique way.
Finally, I stop by the bar and patio to snap a few of what it looks like during the day. At night, it is enchanting – the misters blowing, the lovely light of the Dallas skyline of which you can see perfectly while having a drink on the patio.
I think I’ll be back to experience a land far away a mere 5 minutes from where I live.