The magical city of San Miguel de Allende. Colorful buildings, patina on the walls, cobblestone streets, and the rooftops are what made me fall in love with this place. The first night we got in, we walked straight to the heart of the city center where the iconic cathedral sits. Despite being late at night, Mariachi bands were playing in the square and we hopped into a traditional restaurant. Little did we know that this meal would put me on an obsessive journey to search for the best pozole I could get my hands on for the remainder of our trip.
The desert was calling me and so we went. A spontaneous trip out to nowhereland dangerously near the border of Mexico. We found a property 2 hours SW of Marfa, which ended up being the house of my dreams. On 200 acres of land, a small trailer home with a perfect porch sits smack dab in the middle, surrounded by the mountains of the Chihuahuan desert. With not a soul in sight for miles all around, you can really get lost in the sheer beauty of nature and your own wandering thoughts. Our puppies came with us for a long weekend getaway, and all we brought were stacks of books, oil paints, and all 4 of my cameras.
4 years into being together and I finally got to show Anthony the country I grew up in. We visited both of my grandparents, went ramen shop hopping, watched the cherry blossoms bloom and fall, and hiked through the Kiso Valley between two historic postal towns where all of the shops close their doors by 4 PM.
Scenes from Marfa. Desert meets artist community meets star gazing paradise. We spent a relaxing weekend here for Anthony's birthday. Here are some of my favorite things to do when I go out west. We enjoyed some local beer at a brewery facing the mountains in Alpine, sipped on wine in our beautiful airbnb while observing the paintings around the house, cuddled in a safari tent with heated blankets in the chilly desert, saw a heard of havalinas, and had a romantic dinner at Al Campo surrounded by Jesus candles.
Marriage is an interesting thing. Everyone has their own strong views on it, but they all seem so different from one another. Growing up, I was very adamant on never getting married. I didn't want to be tied down and I believed that there was nobody out there that wouldn't bore me after three months. All of that changed when Anthony came into the picture. In the first few weeks of dating him, I knew we were meant to be. My initial memories with him are bitter sweet, as we learned to compromise and understand each other. For me, it was a roller coaster ride of being high in love and drowning in tears. For him, it was frustration towards not being able to understand my feelings. Almost three years have gone by since then, and despite the fact that my emotions are more stable, I love him even more. We're best friends, and have the time of our lives raising our two cute pups.