Buying that plane ticket home from Mexico was bittersweet. Continue reading “Coming Home: The List”
When I booked my plane ticket to Mexico last fall I knew a little bit about ancient Mexico. Continue reading “Mitla & Monte Alban: Oaxaca’s Ancient Cities”
The city of Oaxaca sits at the meeting point of three valleys, los valles centrales. Continue reading “Exploring Oaxaca’s Central Valleys”
It really wasn’t very long ago that I had never heard of the Mexican state of Oaxaca. Continue reading “My Love Affair with Oaxaca”
Forgive the awkwardness, I’m no good on camera. But when Austin and I were presented with that Coca-Cola bottle, I knew I wanted to document the experience.
For the record, we survived the entire bottle. In fact, that has turned out to be some of the best mezcal we have tried so far on our trip! It just goes to show, you can’t judge a book…
**A note to you, single reader: What follows is a rant. It is my ventings on an issue I really know very little about. I have not bothered to educated myself on any perspective other than my own. The thoughts presented below are bias and based on nothing else but my, very possibly skewed, observations. If you came to this post because you have a strong opinion and/or knowledge-base of hippie culture in Mexico, don’t plan on enlightening yourself further here. I took fingers to keyboard on this issue because that’s what helps me process things that move or bother me. I post it here because, well, it’s my blog, and I make the assumption that most of the people who make their way here are interested in what I have to say. What this is all leading up to is this: if what follows offends you – sorry, but I’m not sorry.**
Continue reading “My Problem With Hippie Culture in Mexico”