Last week one of the artisans I met in Oaxaca, S-, came to Sacramento to share his alebrijes, woodcarving. One morning, we went to a Mexican grocery store in my neighborhood to pick up a quick breakfast on the way to school.
The music blaring over the top of the store’s commotion was in Spanish (and so was most of our conversation).
S- mentioned that there is always music in the supermarkets in Oaxaca. And, we both had to laugh as I added that usually the music is English, especially at Christmas time.
Although some places already have Christmas up for sale, the incessant Christmas clamor hasn’t arrived here quite yet.
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