Durango, CO.
After an 8 hour bus trip that I endured sat next to a sweaty Texan with a penchant for siptting tobacco into a jar he kept with him(yes, that actually happens) I'm very happy to be in the little town of Durango.
After being stuck in the desert, reliant on lifts from acquaintances to get me into Santa Fe town, it's refreshing to be able to walk three blocks and hit main street. Another block and there's a Subway - this place might just be perfect.
I haven't seen fields of grass or tall trees in a while, either, so it seems much more like home than New Mexico obviously.
I'm reminded that it isn't home, of course, every time I meet a pretty girl and she smiles when she hears my accent. Tomorrow I'll be visiting the college campus, and testing the limits of my Received Pronunciation.