It’s a place that wouldn’t exist if not for slaves. Hundreds of years later, I benefited from their labor, from all the work they’d done to clear the land, to terrace the garden, to plant the trees, to amend the soil. These things weave together forever in my memory, blood and beauty.
The opening paragraph gives you the flavor of what it's like to live in Santa Fe, also. Except one gets peppered with "Where's a bathroom?" and "Where do the *locals* eat?"