One of the reasons why I stayed in Oaxaca for a couple of weeks was because the city was unlike any that I'd seen before. Having spent too much time in the manic capital it was a refreshing change to be living in such a chilled out place. Here's a short story of the first time I really explored Oaxaca.
|Anyone for some fried grasshoppers? |
Markets in Oaxaca. Photo by wneuheisel
Oaxaca was full of surprises. The first time I really explored the Mexican city was with Uvlad. We started at the bustling Benito Juarez market, just behind the Zocalo. Female stall keepers dressed in long, colourfully embroidered dresses smiled as we passed into the stuffy covered market.
The stalls had handicrafts, hand woven rugs, traditional Mexican clothes, fruits, flowers, and weird leather objects which looked like they belonged on some strange S&M room. One man had an impressive collection of knives.
“They look like Samurai swords,” Uvlad said as the seller sprawled his arm towards the glistening weapons.
“Check those out,” I said, pointing to an elderly woman sat on a ledge with a giant bag between her legs.
“Ah man, that’s sick,” said Uvlad, scrunching up his face. “Why would you eat grasshoppers?” he added as the woman offered us a crunchy sample. We declined. Neither of us bought anything that day; we had plenty of time to go back.