I’m so glad we made the 2-day trek to Oaxaca for Day of the Dead at the beginning of this month.
Bright yellow flowers
Cemeteries filled with buzz and beauty
Guitar music, soulful songs
Taco stands, skeleton faces of all ages
Drums and trumpets and dancers
And alters to the dead filled with
Things they liked – apples, chicken mole, Corona beer
Skull paintings made of coloured sand
And street food steaming
Once a year, it is a chance for family members to decorate the graves of and remember their loved one, chat about them to other family members and even strangers. I spoke to a woman whose niece had died from cancer aged 5. Her grave bore a princess castle, sweets she liked. Her auntie proudly showed me photos. Both our eyes filled with tears. A chance to share.
Oaxaca. Hmmmm. A city to fall in love with. Things work. The food is delicious. There is culture. Contemporary art. Music. Good bars.
And I went to the coast – to Puerto Escondido – where my eyes were opened at the wonderful Buena Onda hostal where the wonderful twin owners there each spend 6 of every 18 months travelling and make it work.
And I went snorkeling with a life guard, underground with some eco-builders, cuddled a Jehovah’s witness on a bus, ate the best fish tacos of my life and invited 4 separate wonderful people to El Paredon, who all arrived on the same day.
And made a fabulous new friend, David, from San Francisco, who volunteered repairing bikes at the fascinating MayaPedal and whose friend Kirsten is going to try and find some outlets for our jewellery in coffee shops in The Bay Area.