my time in Roswell: an Unfortunately Fleeting Occurence

I discovered on our way to Roswell how unused I am to the Southwestern landscape. It was a smooth and easy drive through hills and wind turbines, and sleepy West Texas towns. Tumbleweed even rolled across the road in front of the car. I also saw dust devils for the first time. We spotted a few medium-sized ones, and then I said “Oh my gosh Bryan! That one is huge!” He looked over and after a few seconds started laughing. I was confused at first, but soon enough, a tractor appeared—the source of the dust being stirred. We laughed at my ignorance, and had a smooth drive through to Roswell.

We arrived in Roswell later than planned, so the Alien Museum was closed, but we wandered around the downtown for awhile chuckling at all the alien decorations and novelty items. Every shop in town seemed to have alien-themed decorations. The local Spanish restaurant even had a painted alien Matador tempting a bull. There were alien spacecrafts “crashed” into buildings, and the lampposts had two eyes so that they looked like aliens.

After wandering around downtown Roswell for a while, we headed to meet our couchsurfing hosts of the night who were making enchiladas. We found the house pretty easily, and quickly started great conversations about culture and travelling and hiking over delicious vegan enchiladas. We woke up pretty early and left for the Grand Canyon. On the way out, per our host’s advice, we went to the alien-themed McDonalds, which was out of this world.