OR oaxaca for guelaguetza, pure spectacle and chile gunpowder…i remember the last time i went i ate salted grasshoppers (aka chapulines) in a sort of ancho-scented street trail mix without knowing what they were, and they were good. holy mole, you can never really judge.
ok i’m done with this. but i think no matter what, i do want to go to guelaguetza for a few days this july. anyone want to come? for serious—it’s cheap and dirty from nyc. sidenote: i actually thought for a good amount of years (17-20?) that I would move to oaxaca when I hit the real world—I have peeps there who work for nonprofits and make vegan cookies and live in a bright blue country house with glazed tile floors and a turquoise roof. they like mezcal sours and heavy necklaces and grainy nortenas played out of a public megaphone. not exactly the path I ended up choosing, and i do love my skyscrapers and shoeboxes. but i still think about blue houses, especially this one, quite a bit.