Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Oaxaca, a walking city
It´s almost 9 p.m., my legs are tired, and our dinner is about to be served. We´re back at the same place we had lunch, Los Cuiles, because the tamale lady didn´t show up. Sigh. However, Los Cuiles is a good place and they have free Internet, so I can´t complain.
Blair, Karen, Mariana and I had breakfast with Barbara, the owner of our hotel, at Marco Polo...of course. It was nice to finally meet her after months of e-mailing back and forth. Barbara is originally from Buffalo, New York, but after a visit to Cuernavaca, Mexico, 30 years ago, she decided she´d found her home in Mexico.
Karen took us to the Rufino Tamayo Museum after breakfast. Tamayo, a famous Mexican artist, collected a treasure trove of pre-Hispanic art, and it was a joy to see it displayed so beautifully in his former home, which he gave to the city along with his art. Definitely worth the visit.
We walked over to the Nuestra Senora de Soledad Basilica afterward, and it´s impressive. Shops at the nearby plaza sold religious items, and we all bought some bracelets. From there, we meandered through shop after shop...Blair says he´s done enough shopping...and finally ended up at a mescal store that Jill recommended, La Union. We bought some mescal that was bottled in a small glass Coke bottle for 15 pesos, a bargain! More stores, then over to a dance performance, which was running late. Blair said, Ï´ve got a date with a tamale, so we left to race over to the tamale lady. She never showed. Sigh.
Oaxaca, which is pronounced wah-hah-kah, is definitely a walking town, I´m really beginning to love it, and I can see why Mariana and Karen have returned so often. Our students are really enjoying themselves, too.
Tomorrow, lunch at a restaurant called La Escondida, which is famous for its moles.
Blair, Karen, Mariana and I had breakfast with Barbara, the owner of our hotel, at Marco Polo...of course. It was nice to finally meet her after months of e-mailing back and forth. Barbara is originally from Buffalo, New York, but after a visit to Cuernavaca, Mexico, 30 years ago, she decided she´d found her home in Mexico.
Karen took us to the Rufino Tamayo Museum after breakfast. Tamayo, a famous Mexican artist, collected a treasure trove of pre-Hispanic art, and it was a joy to see it displayed so beautifully in his former home, which he gave to the city along with his art. Definitely worth the visit.
We walked over to the Nuestra Senora de Soledad Basilica afterward, and it´s impressive. Shops at the nearby plaza sold religious items, and we all bought some bracelets. From there, we meandered through shop after shop...Blair says he´s done enough shopping...and finally ended up at a mescal store that Jill recommended, La Union. We bought some mescal that was bottled in a small glass Coke bottle for 15 pesos, a bargain! More stores, then over to a dance performance, which was running late. Blair said, Ï´ve got a date with a tamale, so we left to race over to the tamale lady. She never showed. Sigh.
Oaxaca, which is pronounced wah-hah-kah, is definitely a walking town, I´m really beginning to love it, and I can see why Mariana and Karen have returned so often. Our students are really enjoying themselves, too.
Tomorrow, lunch at a restaurant called La Escondida, which is famous for its moles.
Labels: Marco Polo, Nuestra Senora de La Soledad, Rufino Tamayo, walking
