Galisteo consists in a church, a country store, and a few houses located twenty miles south of Santa Fe on highway 41. It is a village that remains unspoiled by Imperial Culture¹; it is home to reclusive artists, writers, and healers.

An ancient Indian pueblo became the Spanish colonial outpost of Galisteo. The 250 years old hacienda is now The Galisteo Inn sitting on eight acres offering no television, a swimming pool, plenty of places on verandas to sit and read, three horses for local travels, and hiking on foot.

A good cellar is available to satisfy the most discerning wino. Beer is more problematic; you should import beer as needed. Chef Matthew is a dab-hand with the vittles; in fact, he is so good that he will be moving on to bigger and better things; Fu-Manchu's party got an excellent dinner cooked to order and had the run of the entire establishment, being the only ones there.

Walls of the inn are hung with some worthless daubs being passed off as art. Name of the artist is best unknown. Fu-Manchu could have done as good a job with a trowel and bucket of painter's putty. Watch out, you will know trash when you see it.

The Galisteo Inn has an absentee owner and is run by a hired innkeeper who should keep in mind that customers waiting to check-in and check-out are more important than answering the telephone, especially when receiving money at check-out time. Fu-Manchu was offended by the innkeeper's ill-mannered disregard of this; other than that, it is an good place to stay.