after learning that "pies de perros" (or "dog feet") means the restless desire to travel around, we'd love to put some of these lovely Beatrice Valenzuela shoes on our dog feet.
After all the delights of the mega-metropolis of Mexico city, we bring you this next post from the much smaller, sleepier, and magical Oaxaca. This place is home to many crafts, some of which have been part of this region for thousands of years. Every day is a challenge not to eat and buy everything in sight. So, when we're not walking through the fresh food or textile mercados, we're tucked away a 500 year old monastery or a museum dedicated to stamps.
Since memory is so deeply tied to smell, I imagine putting a few drops of this sacred smelling Palo Santo oil into my bath every morning will transport me to the first night in Oaxaca, smelling this burning outside the window of a mezcal bar.
if it were possible, I would leave my stomach behind in Oaxaca. Instead, I'll have to work hard to bring some of the delicious dishes home. Diana Kennedy has preserved the flavors of Mexico in her extremely well respected cookbooks. Soon a documentary on her life will be released - and I can't wait!
So far, my favorite ritual we've adapted, is coming home around 5 or 6 for a two hour siesta before dinner. I've been spending that time reading in one of these lovely Acapulco chairs - there are 6 of them scattered through the garden!
Barro Negro is a black pottery only found in this region of Mexico - I WOULD like to bring a suitcase full of kitchenware home with me, but I WOULDN'T like to open up a suitcase full of barro negro broken pieces. Perhaps this is my "meet-in-the-middle"? Plus, something about the absurdity of wearing a shirt with a .img of what you're currently google searching just delights me :)