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I wish I remembered the name of this town

March 31, 2009
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On our return trip to Oaxaca City we stopped at this little shop for a break.  As a result of the dramamine, the trip to this town seemed to take about 45 minutes though I know from the trip to Puerto Escondido that it was at least two and a half hours away.  Anyway, these women were pressing tortillas and selling quesadillas for twenty-five pesos.  I bought one and devoured it while observing the captive parrot on the other side of the room.   As we drove away, I watched women walk through the streets with bouquets of calla lilies and fresh fruit.  A cities name is important when tracking where you have been, and where you are going.

A place's name is important, especially when it comes time to track where it is you have been and where it is you're going. On our return trip to Oaxaca City we stopped at this little shop for a break. As a result of the dramamine, the trip to this town seemed to take about 45 minutes though I know from the trip to Puerto Escondido that it was at least two and a half hours away. Anyway, these women were pressing tortillas and selling quesadillas for twenty-five pesos. I bought one and devoured it while observing the captive parrot on the other side of the room. As we drove away, I watched women walk through the streets with bouquets of calla lilies and baskets of fresh fruit. I recognize the everyday routines of the women in this town some of the more beautiful elements of life witnessed throughout the entire trip.

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