In Oaxaca, Mexico, love blooms again and again.

OAXACA, MEXICO—Sometimes we travel with a sense of urgency because over time something inside us has gone dim.

Years ago, that’s what drew me to Oaxaca.

I lived alone in Oregon, a misty place where it was so rare to find anyone who looked like me, I once chased down a stranger in the grocery store produce section and asked him to lunch because I heard him pronounce “mango” with a Spanish accent.

Starved for colour, I booked a flight to this city in southwestern Mexico that I’d heard so much about. I had no way of knowing then just how much Oaxaca would wrap itself around my life for years to come, starting with the first phone call.



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By Esmeralda Bermud.