We returned from Oaxaca Thursday evening, and it is now Sunday afternoon. I am just now beginning to unpack and wash clothes and to write this entry. I've noticed my reluctance to do both these things. The chore of unpacking I can understand, but I have been surprised how I put off this blog report of the trip. I finally realized it is because both activities mean that the trip is really over. I've enjoyed lounging around in our cozy house, watching the snow, while wrapped in a Mexican shawl and a pleasant, jet-lagged, dreamy mist. It feels like I could walk into the next room and be back in the sun filled gardens of the Casa Colonial. It's a treat to have the time to ponder insights I've gained, new friends I've met, and let the experience settle.
Now I am looking forward to sharing some of the trip with you!
As mentioned in my previous post, we endured delays in getting to Oaxaca. Here's a journal entry showing how I felt the night we slept at the Houston Airport.
Finally, two days late, we arrived. We pulled up to this door, set into an old building on a side street of Oaxaca city. I had a moment of panic, having thought we would be more in the country.
While Dot and the others were in their morning writing class, I got to sleep in or sit in a hammock, journaling or reading, or doing nothing.
Ariel's daughter, Maia, suns herself in the courtyard
Interior of Santo Domingo
One day we took a trip to Monte Alban, outside of Oaxaca city. This is the site of a Zapotec settlement, many thousands of years old. We were lucky that our trip was arranged so that we could be there early when it was not too hot yet, and when hardly anyone was there aside from our group. The view and the ruins are magical.
Part of Monte Alban
Here I am at Monte Alban, holding my journal and wearing the rebozo my grandmother bought in Mexico in 1953.
Closeup of ancient carving
Ariel inspires the group with a new assignment
Pages done at Monte Alban
Documentation of my new purse, made of leather and handspun, dyed, and woven wool
On the right I copied a small painting that is on a wall at the Casa Colonial, showing Our Lady of Guadalupe, Our Lady of Soledad, and Frida Kaho.
Collage pages in my journal. These are made from newspapers and advertisements I picked up on the trip. In the middle right is a postcard of La Virgen de Soledad.
Dona Sirena by Gerardo Navarro
Eve arranged another wonderful outing for us. We went to her house for comida, the main meal of the Mexican day, usually held at 2 PM. Her friend, Sol, prepared the meal which was one of the most delicious I've ever had. I could live forever on the soup that comprised our first course! Eve created an elegant table for this wonderful meal. Eve's home is beautiful and filled with light and art. I felt that I could have stayed there forever!
One of Eve's sketches
A work in progress, depicting Eve's late husband, John
Eve's rooftop view
Yesterday my friend and former student, Mary Stilwell, came by for a visit. She now lives in Nebraska and is here for vacation and to see family. We agreed to "nag" and support each other in finding and making time for our art and to slow down!