Poor Jonathan had the unfortunate experience of trying to save his blog, only to loose everything he painstakingly wrote. I guess it is kind of tricky since we are using the Spanish version of Blogger and we aren´t sure where the save button is.
We arrived on the red eye to Oaxaca yesterday morning and are currently in Oaxaca city, which is lovely, sleepy ciudad. We met a friendly young German named Keywan, who is a landscape design student, whilst drinking some curious Mexican beverage at the mercardo. Turns out we were staying at the same hostel and had the same exact itinerary for Oaxaca, so we decided to conquer the next thing on our list: the search for food.
We haven´t been here long enough to be so daring as to eat the Oaxcan favorite of Chapulinos…fried grasshoppers! But our first meal consisted of another Oxacan favorite: mole! Everything here is about that sweet & spicy chocolate sauce…that and salsa…which we have discovered that the Mexicans like to put in EVERYTHING. Case in point: I had an icie yesterday covered in salsa! Keywan had a cerveza with salsa! and today I had a mango sorbet with…guess what? salsa! Obviously they believe that everything is definitely better with salsa. It is the remedy to all problemos.
Today we went to visit the archaelogical site in Mitla. It was full of Zapotec & Mixtec designs and was quite impressive. They had several tombs that required you to climb down narrows stairs into a dank hole with ceilings about three feet high. And when you walked in there, it was so dark that you couldn’t see a thing! There were loads of tourists all over the ruins. There was one German group lead by a guide who was wearing a black wool sweater in like 90 degree weather! What does he wear when it is cold? a thong?
After our visit, we went to eat the best Mexican food I have ever had. At Doña Chicas I had something called Tylada de la casa or something like that. It was essentially a Mexican Pizza with loads of mozzarella-like cheddar cheese and avocados. It was muy rico and we all had a lot of fun talking to our waiter, Javimiguel.
All filled up with some more queso, frijoles and mole, we went to textile country in Teotitlan. We learned how the Oaxacans make their awesome rugs from Jose, who is a 5th generation weaver. They dye all their wools with smooshed cochinillas…little bugs that feed off cactus. yum.
ok, the boys are hungry…so we are all going to eat now. !adios!
