The true beauty of having a near-constant influx of houseguests is that they make you appreciate different aspects of your home and your city.Peri dolled up our courtyard for Steve's birthday. She picked some bugambilia growing at the side of the road, added cake, saint candles, teacups, and a skull, and transformed our patio.
Likewise, our current guests have us visiting remote villages, hitting town for guitar shopping, reserving the Monte Alban ruins at nighttime for an equinox party, taking in indigenous dance at an ethnobotanical garden, dining on biodiverse local corn creations at Itanoni, checking out indigenous herbal steam baths (called temazcal) with a neighborhood healer, and sampling mole at the chocolate factories. It's a far cry from our more daily life existence of cooking, cleaning, working, and homework, and it reminds me of why we moved to Oaxaca. All the possibilities.
2 comments:
dear lawd Serena!! I'm gonna have to come visit. You're literally making me swoon up here in the wet wet stumptown. I'm so happy for you guys! What a beautiful place...XOXO
How funny are you, JMac?! Please be assured that this picture does not represent our lives here. Right outside of the picture frame is a pile of Max's underwear drying in the sun and a stack of old leaves. And the laundry sink, stuffed with old dish towels. Still I enjoy it, warts and all.
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