Ever since I moved to Oaxaca nearly two years ago, I’ve been on a great food adventure. Like learning Spanish, you have to get out in the street if you want to get the real taste of Mexico. For me, it’s been a grand love affair on every street corner.
So on my first day back in Oaxcaca yesterday, I’m in a Volkswagen bug covered with Playboy bunny decals with no front seatbelt, tooling out of town with a Mexican dude who doesn’t exactly have an official driver’s license. He’s told me that we’re invited to the wedding anniversary party of a childhood friend in a little village about 30 miles out of town, so I’ve dressed up a little and am wearing a blue jean skirt, dangly earrings and new sandals.