West Texas
For months, Patrick and I have talked about visiting West Texas. There’s an artist’s community called Marfa that draws people from all over the world. A stone’s throw from there is Big Bend National Park. And a stone’s throw from there is Mexico. Literally, you could throw a stone into Mexico if you stand close enough to the Rio Grande.
When I first thought of Texas, I thought of deserts and tumbleweeds and stars. West Texas meets all of these criteria.
I mean… look at this.
It’s also cowboy boots and beers and really nice people…. and a Prada “store” sitting next to the highway in the middle of nowhere.
In addition to meeting all the locals (and I’m pretty sure I met all the locals), I got to see a friend of mine I hadn’t seen for more than two years. Maggie and I used to work together in Nashville. She was my savior… keeping me sane through many nights working the graveyard shift, listening to stories about Patrick when Patrick and I were just beginning. Who would have thought that a cattle rancher’s daughter from New Mexico could become so close with a vegetarian from Ohio? That’s the beauty of life, I guess.
I love this girl so much.
There are so many beautiful places in the United States. And so many places people rarely get to see. I consider myself extremely lucky to have witnessed the splendor of this place (with wind-whipped hair and all).
If you ever find yourself in Marfa, you must eat at a place called Food Shark. Food out of a van might be one of my newest favorite things. Can you blame me?
And you must go to the Chinati Foundation, which features the work of contemporary artist Donald Judd.
Patrick and I are finding that Texas gives us a new perspective. It’s best when seen from all possible angles…
Especially when one of those angles is toward the desert sky.
You two are so cute! And that falafel looks great!
And it WAS great, Lisa! We also had a sweet potato with green beans. We had a blast, and it was worth a 500-mile drive.