Dispatch from Oaxaca
A few photos from my first two days.
A modest hotel with a unique name, and loaded with colour and charm, The Devil and the Watermelon was home for one
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My Emergency Landing
I was telling my friend Lorna about the time we landed on the Trans-Canada Highway. When she heard I was the acting co-pilot and was 10 years old at the
Oily Boys on the Loose
It's Carnaval season and I just saw wonderful photos from a fellow blogger of the parade yesterday in Oaxaca City, a far bigger and more elaborate event than
Would you taste this?
Imagine large basins filled with frothy, lumpy liquid, think cottage cheese or maybe plaster. You see this stuff in markets everywhere in Oaxaca and for many years I stopped to
Bouncing along to the Market
Was I really sitting on a mattress in the back of a small truck travelling along a pot-holed stretch of highway in rural southern Mexico? With people I barely knew?
Mole (that's mo-lay) for Lunch
More about markets and some Spanish words to challenge you on this very stormy Monday in Saskatchewan. The temperature has dropped suddenly, houses across the street are blurry shapes in
Mercados de Oaxaca
It's a dull grey sky in Saskatchewan today but I've got plenty of colour stuffed inside my computer. Here are a few photos taken between 2004
Cycling in Catalonia
(There's no room in this caboose for TV journalists and doctors talking endlessly about Covid numbers. I'm sticking with my trusty iphoto collection for my diversion.
Gifts of the Magi
It's not gold, frankincense and myrrh these days. And forget Santa Clause. The big day in Mexico for kids and presents is not Christmas, it's today,
Babies with Moustaches
Every December 11 a long line of parents, grandparents and little children wait with incredible patience at the door of the Templo de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, the church beside
