The St. John’s campus, nestled at the foot of Monte Sol, is like the Tibet of Santa Fe. Instead of saffron cloaked and beatific lamas, you’ll run into chain smoking hipsters who read far too much to be clinically stable. It’s beautiful, quiet, studious and an easy place inside the city to escape the city—get some important reading or writing done.
There’s a student coffee shop with decent grub and caffeine if needed, but I prefer the library. You’ll never see anyone you know, nobody will try to talk to you, and it’s handsomely appointed. I like to go to the second floor and take over one of the big tables in the southeast corner. Highly recommended.