The first morning in Marfa, I woke up to someone knocking on my bedroom door. Except it wasn't my bedroom door, it was the window. I peeped outside and there was a kitty meowing me right in the face! Zachary had snuck outside and was holding a kitty up to the window and playing with the kitties that lived at our AirBnB house.
It was hilarious and cute and definitely the best way to wake up. I scurried outside to join him and play with the kitties. And the chickens. It was the most magical little place. After getting ready, we stumbled about town to grab coffee and breakfast. We found this shop in a little warehouse-lot-house-thing, which I found out is the norm in Marfa. It was 100% hipster, including high baristas, which was a little funny, but we were like, please...we're in desperate need of caffeine and nosh; slices of bread are not that funny.
After that we started exploring town and went into galleries, stores, hotels, bars, and took lots of photos. Y'know did the Marfa things. Then we went to the Chinati exhibits. We kept asking ourselves what we were supposed to see/feel/appreciate in the extremely modern/minimalist art, since there was no information visible and the curators didn't tell us diddly. We left with no answers. But maybe that was the point? We're still confused.
After all of that we went to this way-to-cool bar called Planet Marfa for a much-needed drink and recharging. Coolest, weirdest, best bar ever. Then we went to the Prada exhibition to get "the shot". And Zach threw some rocks at some signs. And we almost ran out of gas.
It was a fun little weekend, and I want to go back soon because there was still lots we didn't get to do. Maybe stay at El Cosmico? Or Hotel Saint George. However, I loved our house that we stayed at and I would stay there again and again.