Okay, I know. Marfa's weird.
It's not a place for everybody. Or even MOST people. But this dusty town nestled away in the WIDE OPEN desert of West Texas has a special place in my heart.
A quick flight and a three hour drive will transport you to another world. A world where there are fewer residents than there were kids at my high school.
A world where artists and cowboys cheerfully coexist and even depend on each other.
A world where things close at 9, there's one stop light and everything you need can be found at The Get Go.
A world where a food shark is king.
It sounds strange. People wonder what the draw is. My mom is STILL confused about why I went once, let alone a second (and maybe third?) time.
You don't get it until you get there.
And then you do.
It's a place like no other, where you can...
Drink beers in an old school bus.
Eat grilled cheese in the Museum of Electronic Wonders and Late Night Grilled Cheese Parlour.
Relax in a hammock forest.
Search the horizon for the Marfa Mystery Lights.
Participate in a Wayne's World Quote-a-Long.
Accept invites to a stranger/email penpal's house for gourmet handmade coffee, cookies, a tour & shameless Courtney Does Dallas bashing.
Recognize all the local employees and characters.
Eat at food shark. Eat at food shark again.
Sleep in a teepee.
Spend hours doing nothing but wandering around. And love it.
Maybe it takes being a little bit weird yourself to appreciate it.
And I'm cool with that.