Well, 11 months to be specific. Can you see that this picture captures something magic? Or am I dipping into heavy nostalgia already? I can't quite tell the difference. We spent the last two months of our journey in Oaxaca, a place that felt like home the first time we walked through the Zocalo. I've written a lot about how much I love this city, and this region in general. It's famous for the food (yeah, mole!), but I'm going to remember it most for the people. And the tylaudas (if I'm being totally honest). One of our last weekends in town, we took a trip to Hierve al Agua, this natural infinity pool on top of a mountain. In the background, there is a rock that looks like a petrified waterfall. There are hiking trails all over, and the ruins of an ancient aqueduct. On our way home, we stopped to taste Mezcal at a small stand on the side of the road, and bought a few bottles from a woman who poured the liquid into whatever receptacle was on hand (water bottle, perhaps). And that's it, that's what our time in Mexico is to me. It's adventuring. There's a little bit of planning (Spencer), and there's a little bit of waiting for the experience to happen (me). And there's a bit of surprise, always. I still can't believe we were able to make this happen. What a brilliant, incredible, insanely unforgettable year...and the the adventure continues...just somewhere with a bit more snow.
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