We've traveled to many different places in Mexico over the last ten months, but none has felt more like home than Oaxaca. It's a true soulmate - when you know, you know. But...I'm not quite sure why. Part of the allure of this city is people we've met, that goes without saying. The expat culture here is not just a vibrant and friendly community, but the friends we've made all came here for different reasons, and all have stayed for a version of the same one - it's just...what is it? Hard to describe.
This week our friend Carl came to visit on his way to Guatemala. We had a great time exploring town with a newbie, and checked off a few items on our ever-expanding "to do" list. The Ethnobotanical Gardens was at the top of the list, and so well worth the two hour tour. I typically don't enjoy tours that last more than 30 minutes, and prefer to just learn a bit and then explore on my own. But at the Garden all visitors are required to join with a guide, which is how we met Diego, the best dressed guia wearing the most neon in all of Oaxaca. And he knew his shit about plants and the history of the city.
The Museo de las culturas de Oaxaca is a huge museum next to the Santo Domingo church. It's worth checking out for the photo exhibit of nuns doing everyday activities (like riding the subway, or ironing clothes) in their nun-gear (amongst so many other things).
We have less than six weeks left in this city, and I know that time is going to pass quickly. In the interim, I plan to document street art, eat veggie tortas/tlayudas, and hang out at the pool with friends as much as possible.