In my first post on Oaxaca, I was enamored of my little (teeny, tiny) piece of Oaxaca, the two or three blocks around my digs at the Hotel Nacional. I had visited the Zocalo, the central plaza, and hadn’t been very impressed so I didn’t intend to do much more exploring.
Thank goodness, a sense of obligation took over and on this past Saturday I walked the nine blocks to the Santo Domingo Cathedral. It would have been such a shame if I’d missed it.
Not only was this church the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, but there was a wedding going on and I got to slip in and watch part of it. So, with a teary eye, I took in the full glory of this ornate treasure. There was so much to look at that I quickly felt overwhelmed.
En route, I also discovered the real center of Oaxaca, the three or four block radius of streets surrounding the incredible cathedral. They are clean, wonderfully decorated with color-splashed walls and artwork, blocked off cobblestone streets with huge planters of bright flowers. This is definitely the upscale part of town.
I can honestly say that although this is an area I’d visit once a week or so if I was staying here permanently, but I’d rather live in the area around the Mercados. I’m so in love with the energy of them and the people who do business within. You can quickly make true friends, if you so desire. One woman who runs a stall with stuff you’d find at 7-11 in the States (I bought my bottled water there), smiled and giggled when I complemented her new haircut. The next day, she was happy to see me, and I her.
I’m on my way to Guadalajara today. In fact, I’m writing this in the Oaxaca airport as I wait for my check-in time. But I plan on returning someday. It’s not much of a secret, but I really, really love Mexico so far.
Adios, Oaxaca, for now.