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Oaxaca, Oaxaca

I love this city. It is vibrant, fairly easy to navigate, bursting with culture, and so beautiful. It also has a great temperature. Warm in the day and comfortably cool in the evenings.

We spent about 2.5 weeks there, most of it in the Centro and 5 days in the most beautiful housesit EVER. I was working in the day and in the evenings we would explore different barrios, occasionally eat out, or go to the zocalo to people watch. Not sure what Nick did with his days but it definitely involved art galleries and most likely looking for panaderías.

By and large it was a quiet few weeks, early nights and early mornings. There are several large mercados in Oaxaca and we explored Mercado Benito Juárez (opened in 1894) and Mercado 20 de Noviembre. Both focus primarily on fresh produce, meat, and flowers with the periphery an assortment of clothes, housewares, plastics. They also have several family run restaurants within the market along with elderly ladies selling tlayudas at the entrances. The selection of spices, cocoa, chiles, moles, etc. speaks to the rich diversity of indigenous Oaxaca culture. It feels and looks like the traditions of the different regions of Oaxaca is alive.

We also went to the Central de Abastos de Oaxaca. This market was created in 1974 to lessen the traffic in and around the other more central markets. It is located about 20 blocks southwest of the Zócalo and across the street from the second class bus station. Be forewarned. This market overwhelms the senses and is as inspiring as it is chaotic. It’s also impossible to see it all. It’s just too big. It covers 4 acres and has over 2000 businesses. The area itself is a little seedy, for example, we walked down a street to get there where the bars were open and the girls were working outside. It was 9am. I was warned by a woman in the market to put my phone away as pick pockets and snatch and grab is common. Nevertheless, I loved it. So much going on, friendly people, and beautiful fresh food. We tried to navigate it in a grid but it’s impossible, there are too many nooks and crannies.

Oaxaca has a reputation of being a very politically active city. There seems to be protests daily, women’s rights, indigenous rights, student protests, and of course, the marches to demand action on missing people. Almost everyday we would hear the shouts and banging of drums, road closures and megaphones from the square. And honestly, in the current state of the world where free speech is being taken away it is refreshing to see people taking it to the streets.

All in all, it was a great to be back in the City and we have already decided to spend some time there. Bring a car and explore the surrounding areas. Perhaps spend a winter.

Mexico at Night

It’s 3 am and we are in Queretaro staying with friends we met in Canada just a few weeks ago. Their place is high above the city in a lovely residential neighbourhood that we couldn’t have experienced otherwise. Here’s the kicker; there is a LIVE Mariachi band playing outside across the street. No neighbours are complaining, the police haven’t been called, it is just part of the fabric of Mexican culture. For us, it’s a mixed blessing, we love the music and the pursuit of a good time in this country but we are also used to quiet nights so no one can sleep through it. I wonder when they will finish? I have plans at 9 am and I’d like to workout beforehand.

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Can you see the Mariachi player under the light? They have 3 trumpets.

The road since Tlaquepaque has been an interesting one. The weather has gotten cooler as we have climbed into the mountains and we are in shorts from noon until 5ish but then the warm clothes come on again. We left Tlaquepaque around midday and set the GPS to Guanajuato. I was driving so I gave Samantha another chance as I felt really stressed trying to navigate city traffic and Spanish. She redeemed herself somewhat. Although, we did end up going through a very small town, where according to her directions the road disappeared and we were on a dirt path through an abandoned lot. BUT, it did spit us out back near a ring road and provided a bit of adventure. No one died! Yay Samantha!!

All the guide books recommend that you DO NOT drive in Guanajuato, it is a city of tunnels that intersect underground and the parking in the centro is a nightmare. So we stayed at a very overpriced hotel on the edge of town and they shuttled us in. The shuttle and comfy bed were the only good things I can say about this place. By the time we left I was weary with the incompetence of every person in there. Sadly my Spanish isn’t good enough to complain effectively, I only get blank stares.

I love, love, love Guanajuato. It is a city steeped in history, the fight for Mexican Independance was based in this area and the architecture is pretty awesome. It is also a city of stairs, narrow passages, breathtaking views and friendly people. We walked up to the top of El Pipila to the viewpoint at the top ( about 500 steps, I swear) and then carried on to Diego Rivera’s childhood home that is now a museum. That’s where I realized I left my water bottle at the top of El Pipila and had to turn around and run back up. Everyone declined to come with me. Lazy so and so’s.

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I would like to return to Guanajuato, spend a week or two in the area; I think we just scratched the surface. There are hot springs, numerous galleries and museums plus some pretty great shopping.

We moved on from there to San Miguel de Allede but I’ll write about it tomorrow. The Mariachi band has finished, it’s 4am and the people across the street have moved on to house music. It’s quieter, relatively speaking, and I am going to try to sleep.