



Two years ago, after mornings studying Spanish and afternoons learning about remedies and philosophies of local healers, I was free to wander the colonial city of Oaxaca in the evenings. Dinner was enchiladas with mole, homemade corn tortillas, and hot chocolate mixed with cinnamon and chile. I was swept away with the colors, palm trees, cobblestone streets and courtyards.
For my year abroad in two weeks, I wanted, in particular, to return here. To explore more deeply a place I'd once fallen in love with. Breakfast in the rooftop garden, happy turtles stretching in the sun. The ceramic hands of Soledad holding white lilies.
Do you see why I longed for this? Do you see?
Do you see why I longed for this? Do you see?
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