36 hours in Oaxaca

Hey, y’all,

I went to Oaxaca (the city) last weekend and good times were had by all--particularly by me-- even as Wilma beat the snot out of the Yucatan Peninsula. We were all blue skies having had the snot beat out Oaxaca and Chiapas a few weeks ago by Hurricane Stan and God giving us a breather. I know it didn't garner the press of a Rita, but it was pretty bad on the other side of the Sierras. My side of the state came out without a scratch.

Despite it’s proximity to the beach, drunken women in embroidery and a very nice refinery, Salina Cruz is not known as a cultural mecca. Thus, it was good to get out and see some museums, ancient ruins, public concerts and a native procession or two. I also went to a well-known local pub famous for serving the local stronger-than-tequila liquor, mezcal, where a nice, well-educated guy who was taller than me (!) tried (unsuccessfully) to pick me up. Still, change is good. Oaxaca gets full marks and recommendations. I’ll probably have more pics next week as November 2nd is the Day of the Dead and happy skeletons will abound. I’m going to the cemetery that day with my neighbors and somehow tequila will be involved. Damn, I love Mexico. Hope y’all are well.

Love,

kca