raining :)

It's currently raining in Marfa, Texas. Please note: I have been waiting for a good, heavy rain since I got out here. It is about time I hear thunder, see lightening, hear the rain hitting the ground, and feel the cool breeze blowing through my open windows. It's about time that Marfa gets some of the rain that everyone else is getting! West Texas rain is my favorite smell in the entire world. John, I wish you were here to enjoy this with me.

Last night I had a very unexpected adventure. I was just dozing through "Lonesome Dove" when my friend Betty called. She never calls me so I knew she a) butt dialed me or b) needed something. Turns out, she needed a ride...to Mexico! Her mom's dog in Presidio (an hour from Marfa, 3 miles from Ojinaga - border city in Mexico) had suddenly become stiff and somewhat comatose. Betty was the only option of saving the dog but her car is not reliable enough for the drive to and from Presidio. After trying numerous other people that she knows better than I, she tried me. "Abby, are you busy tonight??" NO haha. So, together we embarked on my first trip to OJ. It's normal for many of the people out here to travel to and from Mexico. It is so close, things are significantly cheaper there, they have family in OJ...who knows why! Either way, we hurried off to Presidio, picked up the pathetic and stiffened puppy, crossed the border and worked our way to the vet. Of course, as soon as we got to the vet, little Roach (aka the puppy) decided to perk up and be normal. That would happen, wouldn't it? Well, better to be safe than sorry. I am glad that we got him to a doctor in case he HADN'T perked up. But I am also glad I finally got to see OJ. Betty drove me around the city showing all the hott spots and talking about her and her brother, Jose, lives before moving to the states. We tried a few delicious eateries and I, naturally, divulged myself in the delicious foods of a new culture. Everything was delicious, the people were more than friendly, and being with a native made me very safe.

It was an interesting, unexpected, but much appreciated detour for my day. Now I can say I have been to OJ, have seen where Jose and Betty grew up and knew since infanthood, and know that it isn't SO scary for a Gringa to go to OJ. Next time I go, though, I need to pick up some tequila and vanilla - the real deal is always better.


Marfa means...enjoying the storm from my cozy house.