The Road to Marfa, Texas

Marfa is one of the strangest places I’ve passed through in the country. Anywhere, really. But it put a knowing smile on my face. We missed the epic starry skies that most speak of when venturing to Western Texas but the sleepy streets gave us that feeling we were hoping to feel.

We sounded Hank Williams on the drive into town, past the Prada outpost and the Thunderbird Motel. We stayed up late into the hazy morning hours at the cheapest motel we could find talking about what we want in a community and where we see ourselves living– could we live in a place like Marfa? we beckoned more than once. It’s an interesting spot on the map with a uniquely storied past. There is something intriguing about knowing what you want in a place- aesthetically, culturally, spiritually- and creating it yourself, with like-minded others, in a long-since forgotten town. But the middle of nowhere. Now that’s something else.

We hit up El Cosmico to check out the colorful trailers in a field of gold then found ourselves perched at the tiny bar at Cochineal with some (now) local transplants plucked straight from Austin and Brooklyn. We barely made last call at Maiya’s for unexpectedly delicious eats: hearty bread, spicy eggplant, roasted chicken and strong whiskey sours for the man. Late nights call for a late start. The coffee at Frama was strong and good. It’s one of the lone coffee shops in town tucked within Tumbleweed Laundry. And since one must try the culinary delights at The Food Shark, or so we were told, we did just that with green chili chicken tacos and some of the best damn chocolate chip peanut butter cookies a girl could dream up. Then we hit the open road.

30 weeks with child, Marfa, Texas


2 thoughts on “The Road to Marfa, Texas

  1. Sarah Kate

    I’ve been wanting to go there for so long! I love the pictures, but not as much as I love your baby bump.


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