We started the day with a 5 mile run guided by a local named Pascal. Shout out to a great guide and I wish him the best with his business. Here is a link to his site.
Slick view of Oaxaca in for the sunrise.
After the run we recoup at home, shower and change, and head to breakfast. Here is a view out our window.
Then off to the market! Look at this fat dog.
Side note, eating bugs is totally a thing here. Crickets, or known locally as chapulines, are nuggets of tangy zest that’s frequently thrown on other foods as a garnish and flavor enhancer. Funny story, in my broken Spanish, I asked a vendor for a ‘muestra’ (sample) of the chapulines. Hoping for just one, literally ONE small cricket, he without giving me a second to react dumped a fat spoon full of them in my hand. Gross. I ate it and it was actually good. But no WAY i’m doing that again. My damn western sensibilities can’t deal with the idea and texture of crunchy yet soft. Bleh!!
I bought some mezcal. In deciding which to buy, they gave me many samples, I choose the sweet pechuga (center section of the agave), and they siphoned it into a cheap unlabeled plastic bottle. I called it my backyard hooch.
More stuff in the huge indoor market, Mitsy delicately deciding which ‘papel picado’ to purchase.
He smelled like booze, but drew a nice picture of us while we drank some coffee. Bonus, he spoke English and told us about his quest for a woman whom he doesn’t know how to contact. Hoping fate would cause him to cross paths with her, he stays in Oaxaca, draws people, and apparently is a huge fan of mezcal (he told us so).
We sought high ground for a nice sunset.
We found a cue lil stray dog, but he was WAY too shy for us to get close. This is his hangout below.
There is a sweet planetarium that wasn’t open, and apparently isn’t open often. Too bad.
With the advice of our guide Pascal, I got some nieves (gelato style dessert) with the flavors of tuna and leche quemada. Interesting note, tuna means cactus fruit, and atun means tuna, en espanol. The leche quemada was “burnt milk”, and tasted exactly like that. At first not too pleasant, but with some practice I liked it.
As you can see below, people are already getting all dressed up for dia de los muertos.
More festivals, and a married couple celebrating outside of the Templo de Santo Domingo.
BOOOM!!! Don’t go to Oaxaca during a holiday if you suffer from PTSD.
This was really fascinating to watch. Some unfortunate kid dances frantically underneath a huge fire hazard while grimmacing like he just stepped in water while wearing socks. This was part of the wedding celebration, and culminated with him lighting up a horrific demon looking figure which perhaps symbolized the bride (yikes). Totally awesome though.
YOUUUUU SHALL NOT PASSSSS!