After I did my Home project, the most frequently asked question was, “Which state was your favorite?” And the answer, excluding Texas, was always North Carolina and Oregon.
But if you asked me which state would I want to return to, New Mexico would’ve been high on that list, partly because last time I was there, Ted Cruz shut down the government and I couldn’t go to White Sands, and partly because it’s just a nice, beautiful state that I didn’t get to spend too much time to eat all their chile.
So when my roommate/best friend/business partner/Albuquerque native told me she was going back for the Balloon Fiesta, almost 5 years to the day I was last in New Mexico, I invited myself and we went on an adventure.
My only knowledge of hot air balloons was a short story I wrote in the second grade where a hole appeared in the balloon (I don’t remember the specifics, I just remember my morbid illustration that accompanied the story) and Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days, so this was great.
Like most other things, these pictures don’t do the fiesta justice on the scale and magnitude of the balloons that take over the skies. As Casey and her friend Alexis described it, it looks like an alien invasion – if aliens also had spaceships that look like a flying pig.