Finaly broke the pattern of lethagry that has settled in the past couple days and wento the town of Santa Maria de Tule, a tiny place, just outside Oaxaca City. The only reason to visit is its gigantic cyprus tree. The tree is estemated to be around 2,000 years old and has to be the bigest living thing I have ever seen. It is fater than it is tall and its branches have grown fat and twisted around eachother, some draping all the way to the ground. I wish I could capture the immense cacophony of bird song that seemed to emenate from the tree it's self. The little brown finch's blend in so well with the bark of the tree.
A brightly painted little chuch is situated next to the tree and the surounding area is adorned with tropical flowers and odd little topearies. Several ducks, a squral peaking up over the side of an immense nut, turtle doves, and what could be a bear all line the little pathway. It has an almost fake feeling, as if it were too picturesque and odd to the real. Especially as there were so few people around.
I bought a pair of sandals tooled with agave and a toltec temple and a bright red skirt from a near by street vendor. We ate what can best be described as upscale shaved ice, not creamy enough for ice cream, and sat like toads in the sun. Walking down one of the side streets we stoped to look in a shop when a burro loaded down with wood trailing a frail looking old man passed by. It gave a laud brah and sent Maya into a fit of excitement after it with the camera. I bought a charming little yellow bull mask made out of half a coconut.
Ate a late lunch of squash blossom quesidellas and corona's at a shady little outdoor resturant for only $4.00 US. Only we could not enjoy it as it deserved as we were set upon by every mosqito in the area as soon as we sat down.
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