Oaxaca will always be a special place for me. I first traveled there when I was in need of a change, and a lot of sun after too many harsh winters in Chicago. I went there for a short creative residency called Pocoapoco. I made new friends, hung out with flowers in bloom in February, ate tacos on every corner, visited Monte Albán, learned how small batch mezcal is produced (and tried so many kinds), and spent some quality time with my travel watercolor set.
Two years later, I went back with Sonia. I wanted to show her around Oaxaca, and we wanted to work on our project Strata together. It was part-artist residency, part-honeymoon.
We went in January, and this time had two weeks. We stayed in the city, at Pocoapoco, and took full advantage of the sunny, plant filled courtyard.
I had always wanted to see Hierve el Agua, about an hour and a half from the city. It’s out in the mountains, a series of rock formations that look like a gigantic waterfall on the edge of the mountain. We got up early and headed out there, arriving just as they were opening for the day. The vendors were still setting up near the entrance. We walked down the hill to the pools and found that we were the only ones there. It was breathtaking.