Church of Santo Domingo de Guzman |
To sum up
our vacation: It was amazing! We would not change a thing if we could. We visited ancient ruins, artisan villages,
local markets, and even took a cooking class. We walked, and walked, and walked
some more, averaging eight or ten miles a day. For the first five days we
stayed at the Quinta Real Oaxaca located in the downtown historic district. It
was built in the mid-1500s originally as a convent, later a prison, and now a
luxurious hotel with beautiful courtyards, gardens, and fountains.
Room rates double
and triple on the weekends when the hotel is often booked for weddings as was
the case during our stay there. Consequently, we spent our final three days at Casa
del Sotano, more modest than the Quinta Real and without the colorful history, but
not without its charms, such as this beautiful view from its second story
cantina.
Having
been a crafter most of my life, if I were to choose one experience as a
favorite, it would be our visits to the artisan villages. Teotitlan, a town
north of Oaxaca City is known for its beautiful hand-dyed and woven rugs. The
wool is washed, carded, and spun into yarn. It is then colored using natural
dyes from local plants, such as chamomile, indigo, and marigold. A red dye is
made from crushing cochinilla (a parasitic insect that feeds on the cacti). It
is considered by many as the perfect red. The yarn is then woven on large pedal
looms. The designs range from simple, yet ancient geometric patterns to more
complex designs that reflect the history of the local area (Zapotec and
Mixtec). A large rug with a complex design can take several weeks to complete.
Another
day we traveled to Tilcajete, a small village about 20 miles south of the city
and known for its brightly painted wooden animals called alebrijes, which are
made from the wood of the Copal tree. Interestingly, the resin from this tree
is also used to make incense. The figurines are carved and then brightly
painted using the very smallest of brushes to create intricate designs. That
same day we stopped at a village where the beautiful Oaxacan burnished black
pottery originated and is still made today. Much of the pottery that we saw was
the same from shop to shop and nothing as beautiful as the piece Scott brought
back to me over 20 years ago.
Quinta Real Oaxaca |
Casa del Sotano |
Dyes from local plants |
Weaver working the large floor loom |
Largest folk art store in Oaxaca |
Wood carvings for sale at small village shop |
We toured
two archeological sites, both within an hour of Oaxaca City, Mitla and Monte
Alban. Each was a day long adventure with incredibly knowledgeable guides, one
a former archeologist and the other a former tour guide for the government. The
most important of the two sites and also the largest and oldest is Monte Alban.
It is located on the top of a mountain with several of the buildings excavated,
including a ballcourt, palace and tombs. Mitla, built several centuries later,
was Oaxaca’s main religious center. The walls are covered with geometric mosaic
designs of the Zapotec, patterns that are still used today in the weavings, on
the painted wood figures, and on the pottery. Interestingly, the blocks forming
the buildings at Mitla were not mortared, but fit together like puzzle pieces.
This is the only example of its kind in Mexico.
Up from the burial chamber at Mitla |
Beautiful mosaics at Mitla |
The
markets in Oaxaca were another highlight and like nothing we’d ever
experienced. The sheer size of the markets, noise, colors, smells were at times
sensory overload. They are enormous with
hundreds of stalls offering fresh produce, dried peppers, fresh meat, baked
goods, tortillas and other prepared foods, crafts, clothing, shoes, and more.
They cover what felt like was a square mile. We made it part of our routine to
walk through markets several days we were there, which included an indigenous
market in a nearby town that is only held on Sundays. They were a foodie’s
paradise and I must admit an American’s horror as we saw stall after stall with
freshly slaughtered, unrefrigerated meat hanging from racks or lined up on
counters with an occasional attendant whooshing flies away. Most memorable are
the bright yellow chickens lining countertops of every meat stall. When we took
our cooking class from a local chef we learned that the chickens are fed a
strict diet of corn and marigolds thus producing the skin’s bright yellow
color.
Our
six-hour cooking class started with a visit to one of the local markets where
we purchased the ingredients required to make our masa, tamales, mole,
guacamole, and salsas. Afterwards, we drove to our teacher’s home to make our
five-course dinner.
We sampled chapulines (fried grasshoppers), dried worms (I
found them a little chewy), and discussed the fermented corn (huitlacoche) that
we’d be using in one of the dishes. After four years of making and drinking
kombucha on a daily basis, I felt prepared to see and eat the swollen
fungus-covered corn that is considered a delicacy in Mexico. Wrong! It was
quite off-putting. But, we were there to experience the culture, food being a
large part of it, and I tried everything.
The fresh corn (not the fermented
ear) had been removed from the cob and treated with a lime water solution. It
was dried and ready to grind. Where’s Bob’s Redmill Masa Harina when you need
it??? Skipping ahead, we made the ground corn into a masa and used it in our
banana-leaf wrapped tamales stuffed with shredded chicken and mole and then
steamed while we prepared the rest of our dinner.
Yellow chickens at the market |
Meat at the local market (note the pig heat on the counter) |
At the local market with our teacher |
Ready for our cooking class at our teacher's home |
Fermented corn |
Verne and Scott grinding corn for masa |
We spent a
week immersed in the culture of Oaxaca. Even after becoming a tourist
destination since Scott first started going there, it remains authentic. Little
English is spoken and a day didn’t go by that we weren’t appreciative of
Scott’s Spanish. I could write pages about our experiences, but a picture is
worth a thousand words, so will let the following photos tell the rest of our
memorable story.
Streets of Oaxaca downtown historic district |
Streets of Oaxaca downtown historic distric |
El Tule, biggest tree trunk in the world |
Botanical gardens next to Santo Domingo Church |
Cacti reflection pool |
Sunday indigenous market |
Banana leaves at market |