My friend and co-volunteer Sarah’s new puppy Billie stole the show for a lot of the weekend, when we weren’t stuffing our faces with amazing tlayudas, mole negro, and platanos with condensed milk. I really like the food of Oaxaca, and I don’t think I was alone. Oaxaca is also where mezcal comes from, and I tasted a few, but actually managed to never over do it.
We ate and walked around the center upon arrival on Friday, climbed on Saturday, and then ate more and shopped on Sunday. I never made it to any of the archeological sites or any of the surrounding areas, so clearly I have to go back. I strained my poor Peace Corps budget with the shopping, but I amÂ enamoredÂ with the alebrijes, brightly painted little sculptures of animals and fantasy creatures, and I had to get a few. I’m sure the pictures of my new friends will make it into a post very soon.
The 10-hour drive back was brutal mostly due to a 2-hour traffic jam about half-way through it, but we made it back home finally around 2:30am.
When I had all the pictures edited and uploaded into the gallery, it struck me how colorful the group of photos looks, as usual I suppose, but it is always nice to see.
micha and I were in Oaxaca 20 years ago. I remember margueritas & marinated peanuts in a cafe on the zocalo. But you should visit the surrounding towns next time you go.