There's no way to explain how we feel about Marfa, Texas. Driving on the windy one lane Texas road deep into the hills listening to the Silver Jews, where all we could see were huge clouds and blue skies, we had no idea that we were about to encounter a town equal parts art-collective, boutique vacation haven and Southern hospitality. All we knew from Marfa is that it was a favorite of James Dean himself—and when we finally found the tiny town, it was clear why. Marfa far surpassed any sort of romanticized visions of the south we had. We spent the night in a renovated Airstream trailer at the El Cosmico, which only further fulfilled our James Dean pursuit.
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