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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.

The Art of Doing Nothing

It’s noon and I’ve been really busy today doing nothing. I don’t know where the time goes, I’ve been up since 8, and all I’ve managed is a swim in the sea. Now don’t go thinking that it’s too easy down here, G was up all night throwing up ( dodgy burrito or perhaps the chocomilk/ ice cream/ cake combo) but she is sleeping now and I should probably have siesta as well.

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Madeline is swinging lazily in our hammock reading and Nick has gone to shoot pool and have birria ( goat stew) for lunch. After being on the road for 3 weeks it has been really nice to slow down and just be relaxed for this past week. Our days unfold the same way each morning more or less; a little exercise followed by a swim, breakfast that Nick cooks, reading, play cards or scrabble, head to the beach for a few hours, siesta and then back to the beach for sunset and our evening beach olympics. The games consist of running races, long jump, wrestling, and a modified golf game using our feet and a volleyball. Finally, we get cleaned up and head out for dinner.

We had two days of heavy rain last week and although it was nice to have a break from the heat, I got cabin fever pretty quickly and we would be drenched in minutes every time we stepped out to go get food. The thunder and lightening was spectacular and we all learned a little about tropical storms. The streets turned into rivers and it took days for it to dry up. The sun is out once again, the beach vendors are out hacking their wares and I am in a panic. I’m almost done my last book and I can’t get to the book exchange until later.

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We have visited with our friend Hilario and his family. We met them when their kids were small, and now we are hearing about weddings, graduations and their youngest just joined the marines. He has to stay in for 5 years but all his costs are covered plus he makes 14000 pesos a month. Most will be sent home to help the family and since Hilario isn’t working anymore, the extra money will help. Hilario had a stroke last year and spent two months in hospital in Acapulco. He has since regained most of he movement in his right side but can’t return to the labour work that he used to do. He’s not that much older than Nick but they are indigenous Mexicans and have struggled to raise their family.

We have 8 days left until we head up North. I can’t believe how quickly the time has gone by. The girls are excited to see their friends but I could quite easily hop on a bus, head south and keep on exploring this fabulous country.

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