This trip to Oaxaca was a reminder that culture lives in the quiet places—in the way masa is pressed by hand, in the way seeds are saved and shared, in the love passed through recipes.
In the heart of the city, I dined at places that felt more like homes than restaurants, a sensation I look for when I travel. I´m always seeking to re-create what I feel in my own mothers house. Here, each dish carried memory.
Each bite felt like a story being told again and again, until it takes root in you and eventually becomes you.