Wonderful churches are abundant and the produce on display in the markets makes me want to go home and make endless salads.
The graffitti here is incredible, and art seems to be entrenched in the city. There’s a multitude of cool bars and coffee shops in which to enjoy some of the Oaxacan highlights – ice cream, hot chocolate and coffee.
Apart from a cycling tour (which was amazing, although very hard work – 28 miles. I’ll just repeat that: 28 miles!! around the Oaxacan valley, through little villages and the ruins of Monte Alban) I did very little in the way of traditional sightseeing. Instead, I walked and walked, making Oaxaca the place I feel I know the best, even though I’ve stayed longer elsewhere. Up and down every street, I discovered a really relaxing place to stay. I would definitely come back.
The one low point of Oaxaca was the food. It’s meant to be the culinary capital of Mexico, and while I didn’t have high expectations (my food tastes rarely overlap with those considered culinary delights), I spent a good deal of time here hungry. The food is just downright strange, and while in other countries there was always a plainer option I could hide behind, in Oaxaca it was all in or nothing. To add to the confusion, names of many meats and dishes are different in Mexico, meaning I could hardly decipher the menu. Maybe I picked bad restaurants, but it was all quite disheartening, in small portions.
The ice cream was an exception – I had heard there were all sorts of exciting flavours available, and exotic ice cream is a holiday favourite of mine. Indeed, they sold tuna, cheese and burnt milk, as well as a number of traditional and more-than-traditional flavours. I tried Pina Colada (which when made well is practically a dessert anyway) and a coke float with lime ice cream. I wanted to taste orange with chili, but they were out of orange and I can’t face chili on it’s own!