I miss the high desert feel. I miss meeting people like Billy, Ben, and Stuart. I miss seeing Ben perform. I miss the llamas. I miss the constant adobe buildings. I miss falling in love with every Native American I saw. I miss the abandoned buildings. I miss talking with the drunk locals at Marys Bar. I miss the 70 year old hippies that run through the town of Madrid. I miss having an adventure every. single. day. I miss being enthrolled with folk art and the broadway xm station. I miss hanging out in Julia Robert's town and meeting her neighbors. I miss the sunsets. I miss reading my ghost town book and searching for the towns no matter how far of course we had to go. I miss the breathtaking views. I miss eating burritos and tacos and quesadillas for every meal. I miss Crazy Heart and stumbling upon where it was filmed. I miss the llamas.