Where to Eat In Oaxaca City – Go To The Market First
A personal essay on Oaxaca, the difference between traditional and fusion food, and why visiting the market — and 15 Letras, and the comedores — before the aesthetic restaurants matters.
A personal essay on Oaxaca, the difference between traditional and fusion food, and why visiting the market — and 15 Letras, and the comedores — before the aesthetic restaurants matters.
A personal essay on digital nomads, gentrification, and belonging in Mexico City — written by someone who arrived in 2009, built a life here in Spanish, and watches the current wave from just outside it.
What to expect at a Mexican wedding — the Catholic mass, the lazo, the 12-hour marathon, the dress code, and the extraordinary Oaxacan calenda. A personal account from a cousin’s wedding in Oaxaca.
This year, the celebration of Día de Muertos (Day of the Dead) was bittersweet. For one, it’s been two years since I was last in Mexico for this holiday. For another, it’s the first celebration since the passing of a very young family member. It’s also the first for me since the passing of my…
Tuesday was the Fourth of July – a major event in my last home, but here in Mexico City, not much of a celebration. I saw all of the posts on social media featuring pictures of barbecue and red, white and blue desserts while I was having steamed artichokes and leftovers and walking the Gordo…
El tianguis is a word which has no direct translation in English, at least not that I’m aware of. It’s the name for the mobile street markets that pop up all over Mexico City on a weekly basis. They vary in size, covering as many as 4 city blocks, and fill the blocked off streets…
I recently came across this article on the internet about a student research team at the Colegio de Estudios Científicos y Tecnológicos de Hidalgo who have found a way to purify water using mucilage from nopal, a type of cactus that grows throughout the Americas and is particularly common in Mexico. My first thought was,…
I am boarding a new Dreamliner at JFK’s Terminal 1 – the international terminal. It is early fall, and I think the weather outside is neither too cold nor too hot, and the sun is bright. I could feel it this morning through the windows in the waiting area at BWI – Baltimore’s Thurgood Marshall…