Funny enough, while it may have been unusually warm back home in Edmonton, it was actually warmer there than it was where we were for most of the time spent here. While the unexpected cold weather was a slight shock to our system, it was another encounter on our first day that really set the mood for the coming days…
Palenque is known for one thing above all else, the ancient Mayan ruins around ten kilometres outside of town. Having a place already booked near the small cluster of backpacker accommodation known as El Panchan, roughly half-way to the ruins, once breakfast was finished we quickly headed out of town and checked into our little hut.
Without question, our favourite side-trip from Oaxaca, and probably the most unique spot in the entire area is Hierve el Agua. Taking the local bus from Oaxaca, we eventually arrive at the small town of Mitla, roughly 70km from the city.
Roughly 30km east of Oaxaca, the town of Tlacolula holds one of the most impressive outdoor markets we’ve ever been to; not only in terms of size, but also the incredible selection of goods for sale. Many locals from surrounding villages and tribal communities venture into the city each week to display their product
It was supposed to be a nice spot to settle and relax, to stop and lay down some plans for the coming months. We planned on popping in, enjoying some great food, and getting out. Feeling like home wasn’t part of the deal, it certainly didn’t make leaving any easier. Yet five weeks later, we closed our apartment door behind us for the final time and walked to the bus station as the sun set ahead of us.
From high-end restaurants, to cramped, smoke-filled markets and late-night street carts, finding a bite to eat is never an issue. Whether your searching for roasted chicken in complex moles, to charcoal grilled beef, or sandwiches overflowing with greasy chorizo, you’ll get your fix.
Once again we’ve found ourselves parting ways with the city we grew up in. Once more we’ve left the comforts and familiarities of the city we’ve called home on-and-off for the majority of our lives. I’ve been thinking about this post for quite some time now, long before the time came to actually leave. Trying to imagine how I’d feel this time, leaving with an unknown date of return, what I’d miss seeing and doing… mostly eating.
*BANG* What the hell was that… a gunshot? No, it was more of a thud than a crack. It sounded more like a firework, but it’s only nine-thirty in the morning. Wait, there’s a small cloud of white smoke up there. Yeah, someone just fired off a Monday morning firework. This was our introduction to one of the biggest festivals in not only Oaxaca, but most of Central and Southern Mexico as well: Dia de los Muertos, the Day of …
Before we even arrive at our hostel, we recognize this place. Though we’ve never been here before, so much is completely familiar. The design of the buildings, crumbling with age, fresh paint covering recent concrete repairs to the exterior walls; the way semi-existent traffic rules are only sort-of followed, yet everything seems to flow in perfect smoothness. Upon arrival, we exit the airport taxi, and the familiarity is immediately amplified. The evening air is heavy, and even though some heat …
So you’re in your 30’s, in Disneyland, without kids, and have two days to act like one again without being judged. What do you do? You drop cliches all over your blog talking about how amazing Disneyland is, and how it really is the happiest place on earth, and that calling it the “Magic Kingdom” is an understatement, and so on, and so on… But let’s face it, Disneyland isn’t for grown-ups without kids, it is for kids. Children wander …
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