My lovely High School friend Beth is visiting this week from Durango, Colorado.
Whenever people ask me, "Which part of the U.S. are you from?" that's typically my go-to answer. I don't particularly identify as being from there necessarily, nor am I really a Coloradoan at heart (in fact, I'm not even sure whether the proper word is Coloradoan or Coloradoite). I only spent a little less than four years there, during my teens; however, it was the first place I lived in the States, and my Mom still lives there, so it does hold a soft spot in my heart.
Durango's a charming little mountain town of about 15,000 people, tucked away in the Southwestern corner of Colorado. It's a six-hour drive from Denver, and a four-hour drive from Albuquerque, New Mexico, the nearest "big" city. It's home to one of the only remaining steam locomotives in the U.S. (the Durango and Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad), the first-ever World Montainbike Championships, the largest Wal-Mart in the Four Corners area, and of course, the annual Snowdown Festival. Durango sits in the Rocky Mountains and has 300+ days of dazzling sunshine a year. It's full of cowboys and (legal) weed-smoking hippies, and friendly people. It's home to my High School (Go Demons!) and to the open-24-hours Denny's where my friends and I spent many a late night.
A few days ago, I had a brainstorm and emailed Beth to see whether she could bring me a Durango t-shirt. "I want to keep teaching yoga, and I need some casual tops," I explained.
When she arrived today, she totally delivered. It's an actual yoga top, from Durango! I love it! It's cute and fun and I'll wear it with Durango-worthy pride.
As befits a true Coloradoan.