Leaving the familiar for the unfamiliar has a way of heightening your senses and allowing you to see things in new ways. That’s one of the wonderful things about travels, especially if they take you far away from the every day.
Yesterday I arrived with my husband Barry and friends to the hills of Oaxaca, and today we oriented ourselves to our little village. We lunched outside beside a pond where the air was perfect and the Modelo beer refreshing, and on the walk back home bought some very good mescal from the back of a pick-up truck. We spied the internet café where I’ll make this post and watched a man unload firewood from his burro just outside our gate. We reflected on the contrast of the high tec just steps away from life lived seemingly unchanged for centuries.
Along the dusty narrow streets lined on either side with high adobe walls and fences, many woven bamboo ones like this one made practical use of local materials.