Days 38 & 39

The last place in the country I expected to find myself on this road trip was Roswell, New Mexico. Aliens? Not quite my bag, baby. But after dalliances in Gallup and Albuquerque, from Route 66 to Main Street, the quickest path to San Antonio and my awaiting friend was through the UFO craze capital.

Roswell turned out to be a kitschy blast from the past. The town even has alien streetlamps. After a muy delicioso, guacamole-packed Mexican lunch, Jun and I went to the UFO Museum and Research Center, which leaves visitors scratching their heads and pleading silently for the truth. I surely don't believe little green martians landed in the field that night, but I would love to know what did happen.