The passage of time is subjective. This is pretty basic. It's interesting how differently you see time when you've been rambling from one campsite to the next, then spend days, whole days! in cities. I feel like I've been living in New Mexico for just over a year, but in reality it's been a week or so. I've been in Albuquerque for full on three days, but somehow my brain supplies memories counting much more.
I'm a bad tourist. I don't plan places I want to go. I don't really want to go anywhere. I want to do my laundry, maybe eat some good food, wander around aimlessly, hopefully find someone interesting to talk to, or find something magical without looking for it.
~66 km/40 mi (didn't record mileage)
Low on energy from a short night of sleep, I decided to stop at a coffee shop on the way out of Española that Adam had suggested. The owner recommended that I bring my bike up on the patio because "there are a lot of crackheads around here".