Category: Our man in Oaxaca

“There is a world beyond ours, a world that is far away, nearby and invisible.” Maria Sabina Magdalena 

Baby Turtles in a Tempest May 30, 2022 After a 13-hour bus ride, we arrive with all of our possessions at the ADO terminal in […]

Puerto Encontrado June 2, 2022 On the morning after the tempest, the clouds break, allowing us the opportunity to survey the damage along the playa.  […]

Primer Dia en Oaxaca de Juárez June 8, 2022 A violent rainy season follows us from the coast to the capital city of Oaxaca.  On […]

Chicatana June 12, 2022 “I’d never eat a bug.” David Lynch, final line of Blue Velvet This early Saturday morning is sunny and mild, almost […]

Calle Colón June 16, 2022 In the late hours of our third night on Calle Colón, a familiar whistle sails through the sky, followed by […]

Muxe June 19, 2022 The car traffic on Calle Garcia Vigil is at a complete standstill on a Friday afternoon, but this has nothing to […]

Sin Agua June 21, 2022  For the second time in two weeks, our taps have gone dry, the toilet will not fill.  I am flushed […]

Porfirio Diaz:  Oaxaca’s 2nd Native Son June 23, 2022  When Mexico’s most heralded president died in 1872, a mourning nation wasted no time in renaming […]

Among the Ruins of Monte Albán July 1, 2022 Located just 6 miles from our apartment, well beyond the city limits, and 1500 feet up […]