Oaxaca has been calling me home for years, but this time, I arrived differently. I found myself in San Agustín Etla, a small town nestled in the Sierra Norte, where the wind moves like a whisper and nature wraps around you like a cloak.
I stayed in the home of a dear friend—a true refuge that felt like a gentle retreat. There was nowhere to go. And somehow, that was everything.
I swam in a freshwater pool. I walked through gardens and agave mazes. I read, I watched the light shift over the trees, I listened to my own breath.
There, time loosened its grip. And I remembered: stillness is also movement.
Let Oaxaca remind you that you don’t always have to go far to return.
Beauty begins when you become present.
Belonging begins when you listen to the land.
