Our accommodation in Taos, New Mexico, is a shoebox-sized room with thick adobe walls and a dutch door. The ceiling beams are hewn from thick logs and the bathroom is decorated with colorful tiles. 

In the lobby are potted plants, a small library, and more of those thick adobe walls. 

I think about the lives lived in these snug places, the coziness they promise, the insulation and warmth. In the garden, hollyhocks climb and a small stream ripples. Hammocks promise rest on warm days. 

It’s a slower, older way of life here. I think I could get used to it.