In Oaxaca I devour quesadillas, coffee and pyramids.
08/17/2014 - 08/25/2014
We arrived in Oaxaca City after one of our longest travel days yet: leaving Panama City at about 5:00am and arriving in Oaxaca City early evening. Much of that time was spent on a bus to Oaxaca City from Mexico City with beautiful views thanks to its terrifying weaves up and down the rugged Sierra Madre Oriental mountain range. For those that haven't been on a bus in Mexico, don't roll your eyes; they are luxurious, comfortable and safe. But mostly I was happy to land in one of the world's best-known culinary destinations and experience Oaxaca City's stunning architecture, food and to learn about its incredibly diverse indigenous population. The Zocalo has dozens of food stalls and if you're there, check out the family stationed in front of the Interjet office: I favored the quesadillas with flor de la cabeza (squash flowers) and of course, the dreamy coffee. Our week here went by much too quickly.
The view from Mont Alban.
An all too common site, teachers occupying the Zocolo in Oaxaca City.
Random street party celebrating nurses.