While we were hanging out on the deck of the boat at the end of the last post, a man came by and introduced himself as the vigneron of a nearby vineyard, and would we like to come for a…
The beaches at Ogunquit had an amazing variety of patterns left by wind and wave action. I couldn’t stop taking photos of them: Maybe because my home shoreline is so rocky, sand fascinates me. There’s a marvelous blog called Through…
My sister and I ran away to Ogunquit a couple of weeks ago, and I got to play tourist in my own state. It was awesome! The company was great (yay, sis!), the weather was idyllic, and the town was…
As a grand finale, may I present a selection of rainbow-bright scenes from the streets of Oaxaca? Let’s start with the graffiti, which was outrageously creative: This one had the title “Luchadora Langstrump” (Pippi Longstocking as a wrestler). Now let’s…
On the way home from Hierve el Agua we stopped in Tule to see the famous tree. Santa María del Tule is a small town southeast of Oaxaca centered on a colonial-era baroque church and the enormous tree in its…
Hierve el Agua is a well-known mineral spring in a remote agricultural area in the Sierra Norte mountains. Water trickling down from the springs has built fantastic stone formations that look like waterfalls flowing down the cliff walls. It’s about…
We had eight days in Oaxaca. One was the Radish Festival, two were Christmas, one was Monte Alban, another was Hierve el Agua (next post), and one day I spent in the bathroom debating the pros and cons of antibiotics.…
Monte Albán is an enormous ruined ceremonial complex perched on a hilltop just outside the city of Oaxaca. It is number 415 on the United Nations’ list of World Heritage sites, and I find that when planning a vacation you…
Christmas Day was bright and warm, as usual, and my daughter let us sleep until 6. Christmas is Christmas, and there were stockings to be opened! (Well, I hadn’t wanted to drag the actual stockings across the country, so we…
The day after the Radish Festival was Christmas Eve, which in Oaxaca was called Noche Buena. We had a slow day, sleeping late, going to the market for groceries, finding a newspaper to wrap presents in (I had brought ribbon…