Just arrived in Oaxaca city yesterday around 4pm. Found my hostel and went for a stroll into town. I have easily seen more visual art in my evening walk than a whole month in Montréal.
This is a thriving culture. I’ve been told so many times before.
World famous for its food and art. My Mexican friend told me the roots of this place are warrior culture. The inhabitants are fervent towards demonstrations and protests.
I can attest by the sound of a marching band at 8 in the morning, coming from the park nearby.
And so, an ignorant man’s sight seeing begins. I’m slowly going farther and farther away, trying to remember the way back. If I get my cell phone out for the map, I lose.
That’s the game I play.
If I lose, I owe the winner a coffee.
If I win, I get a coffee.
It’s a geographical awareness adventure that usually ends with grinding teeth.
(you know… the coffee…)
I’m in a good mood so I’ll go to a park near where there are lots of passersby and whip out yé ol’ banjo. Bobcat is gon’ try to make some friends. Wish me luck!
One afternoon later…
Ok, so, even though this city is clearly one of a kind, it somehow feels like all other tourist places. The recipe changes but the dish remains the same.
I long for silence and space.
I’m at this point in my life where I want the profundity of quietness to engulf me in her arms.
I long for a fire under the stars
I long to play harmonica in the woods
I long for rivers and mountains
Keep your fancy restaurants and parties.
I’ll grab a few nuts, 2 bananas and head out to the valleys
where the sky and the earth make love daily
I long to be in tune with the rhythms of nature, not the city’s tempo.
Now, that’s my own personal point of view at the moment.
If you dig art and gorgeous food, you’ve got to come to Oaxaca city.
You will not regret it.
As for myself, you’ll find me somewhere in the desert gazing at the galaxies, burning a few twigs and dried grass.
To each his/her own adventure!
P.s: Later that night, I came upon a concert by a master musician by the name of Hector Diaz. A guitarist like no other. I was glued to my chair for 3 hours straight, mesmerized by the sheer grandiosity. That’s one thing cities tend to have in common: Great Musicians.
Gotta give her that
Gotta give her that