I often wish I could visit Marfa as a first time visitor.
Here's what I'd do:
I'd stay at El Cosmico. Probably in the yurt or teepee.
I'd go to Cochineal and be hesitant about ordering the date pudding but so happy that I did.
I'd climb to the top of the county courthouse and make out with Camp.
I'd go to the Wrong store and buy a Drug Money and a Juicy Steak cutting board.
I'd have margaritas in the Paisano courtyard.
I'd drive down the alleys and look in folks' backyards. Rude!
I'd bring a bike and plan to ride up Highland Ave. in middle of the night and look at the stars.
I'd go to Marfa Book Co. and buy as many books as I could afford from that amazing bookstore.
I'd make sure I hit Livingston Ranch Store and simply smell the interior of the place.
I'd make sure I met Chip Love the bank president.
I'd go to ABC Pump and ask Stella a question.
I'd leave pennies on the railroad track and be sure to wave at AmTrak when they pass through town.
I'd eat at the Food Shark as often as I could and make darn sure I'm there before the specials are gone.
I'd photograph all the quirky fences in town.
I'd mail postcards I purchased from Marfa Book Co. from the sweet Marfa Post Office.
I'd want to meet Buck and Camp and have drinks in their backyard and meet their crazy dogs.
That's what I'd do.