nine days in Puebla, my little group of scholarly scholars headed through the Sierra Madres to Oaxaca. Where we ate crickets, again. It's like popcorn in that it tastes more like what it's been roasted in than, well, crickets. Just be careful of getting a live one.
Tierra del Sol, a permaculture farm outside of Oaxaca. The entire farm strives to be no-impact--we're talking composting everything, including toilets--and grows its own food.
Mitla, stopping for lunch somewhere. By this point in the trip, each and every one of us was craving vegetables, any kind of vegetable. And preferably without any queso. The town's market could only satiate the vegetable craving with these pizzas. The base is cracker-thin tortilla, a layer of beans, and Oaxaca cheese topped with squash blossoms, avocados, and tomatoes.
CEPCO, a grassroots coffee cooperative. The day even involved hiking through a two acre coffee farm on the side of a mountain. Supporting their sustainable coffee industry gives their farmers a way to support themselves, their families, and their communities, without migrating to America.
Lobo Azul Cafe. It showcases local artists, organic coffee, and an Americanized menu including burritos. I still got chilaquiles, but when you're homesick in a foreign country, it's nice to know where to pick up some comfort food. Which I may need when I find myself wandering through Oaxaca again--something I'm already looking into.
Tierra del Sol
Tlacochahuaya, Oaxaca, Mexico
Lobo Azul Cafe
120 Armenta y Lopez
Col. Centro Oaxaca, Mexico
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