day people fight to live. all too often they lose that battle. the magnificent, heartbreakingly beautiful country. music and food. any uniquely mexican darkly funny, deeply felt worldview. right down there. cuddled up beneath us, our brother from another mother. while it is beautiful. felt the cool rain noma show love. holy mother of santa muerta. please protect my stash of cocaine. let it not be interfered with by the cops. where the competition let any who would mess with me. be killed. my enemies destroyed. please forgive us our sins for they are many. so it s business . good i mean, is there are there more murders, particularly in article murders? commercial? droga already. barbara. he s there having last permissible. every day, mexico wakes up to count the dead. they are, after all, left out to be seen. often with a helpful note identifying who done what and generally speaking why. there is a language to the never ending violence coded message in the twists and marks of
tomatoes and santa cook. the main thing i learned was to develop a little bit my cuisine here. there was this space where nobody tried to innovate. still using the same techniques, the same injured in the same flavors, herbs, etcetera, but you know, developing a little bit. to the races. hispanico i mean, that s as old school as the guts. this is super agent. final days than this one. you cannot have this is something that you do not find anywhere in mexico. quiet night in the zocalo, central square of oaxaca. yeah.