By this Author: Hawkson

Thanks to Covid, we spent 2020 not attending dinner parties, theatres, concerts, reunions, birthdays, and weddings. Nor were we able to travel anywhere beyond a short pre-pandemic trip to Mexico.
So, at the end of 2020, we said we were looking forward to resuming our travels and we started making plans. Unfortunately, our optimism was misplaced and whatever we didn’t do in 2020 we didn’t do all over again in 2021. Are we downhearted? No. We are fit and healthy and live in a peaceful and beautiful place. With nowhere to go we spent the winter and spring adding to our series of travel books based on our blogs. We now have 14 books chronicling our adventures in 70 countries…

The spring saw us preparing our garden for a visit by the Island’s Garden Club at the end of July. However, when we agreed to open our garden, we had no idea that we would be in the midst of the hottest and driest summer on record. Inland temperatures reached a scorching 50ﹾ Celsius and an entire town was destroyed by a wildfire. The temperatures were somewhat more bearable on the coast but without rain for several months it was hard work keeping the garden alive for the upcoming visit by discerning horticulturists. We added several new Japanese garden features this year including a pagoda to match the torii gate…

A living painting…

A thatched gatehouse…

And a trio of lanterns…

While recovering from a knee replacement, Sheila made more quilts, including one with a Japanese theme for a friend’s significant birthday…

As we slid from the record drought of summer into autumn, an atmospheric river streamed ashore off the Pacific Ocean and drowned the parched land. The flood damage to many communities around Vancouver was catastrophic, but our clifftop home was well above water and, when the clouds finally cleared, we had some fabulous autumnal sunrises…

After the record breaking heat of summer, perhaps it is only right that we should now be in the grip of an Arctic freeze that has dropped temperatures to almost fifty degrees below zero in parts of the province. Fortunately, for us, minus fifteen is about as low as it will go…

And, thanks to our time at home again this year, we now have a Jacuzzi hot-tub from which to enjoy the snow and the distant views of the mountains…

So, no – we are not downhearted. But we are looking forward to getting out and about again in 2022 and re-uniting with our family and many friends around the world.
Here’s wishing everyone a Happy New Year, (with fingers firmly crossed).

We always try to look on the bright side, but on the face of it there didn’t seem much to laugh about in 2020. A global pandemic was raging, the British pound kept falling as Brexit loomed, and Donald Trump continued to trample his neighbours, the laws of the land, and all norms of decorum and decency. We should have realised that we were in for a rough time when, for the first time in twelve years, we decided to spend a winter at home and we had a foot of snow followed by weeks of cold rain.
The snow was pretty enough, but the rain dampened our spirits so we hopped a plane to sunny Mexico and spent a couple of weeks in the warmth of Oaxaca...

We were happy to return home in February knowing that we had three big events to celebrate. We were off to England in the middle of March for a special reunion and to visit the grandchildren. Then Covid 19 struck Europe. But at least we still had the 100th birthday of our dear friend Eileen to look forward to in April. We brought a suitcase full of finest Oaxacan chocolate from Mexico to make the birthday cake for a hundred guests and began work on the decorations - then Covid struck deeper and we ended up sharing a large chocolate cupcake with a few friends in the parking lot of Eileen’s home. Here she is in April proudly showing off her letter from the Queen…

In May we should have been attending a splashy wedding but Covid put the skids under that and when the event was re-scheduled and downsized we got bumped off the guest list.

Just when we thought things couldn’t get worse, our longtime friend Keith died in Mexico. But at least we were able to use some of the chocolate for his “Celebration of Life” cake.

Our stock of Oaxacan chocolate was going down when centenarian Eileen tripped over her new walker, broke her hip, and decided that life wasn’t fun anymore. At least she got to enjoy the last of the chocolate in a special cake a couple of days before she chose to die.

Despite all the disappointments it wasn’t all bad being locked down because of the virus – until the roof starting leaking! We finally had a new roof. And then we got up to date with technology and ended the year with a house full of electronic gizmos - although we are now worried that our life is being controlled by Google.
However, with nowhere to go we had plenty of time to catch up with U.F.O.s (Un-finished objects). James finished the Japanese Teahouse…

And we celebrated with a traditional Japanese meal...

Sheila finished cushions, table mats and a quilt as well as continuing to learn Spanish in preparation for future trips.

And together we have turned our 685 blog entries from 71 countries into a series of books for the day that the internet collapses. Eight books finished - seven more to go...

So that’s our year and we are so looking forward to the day when we can safely venture forth into the wide world and take you with us on more Blissful Adventures. It won’t be soon – but it will happen.
In the meantime – have as Merry a Christmas as you can and let’s hope that we all have a Happy New Year.

Our short time in Oaxaca as come to an end and we are delighted that we were able to bring the sun home with us to cheer up a dreary Canadian winter for our friends. This is the sunrise from our kitchen window this morning...

So what will we miss about our time in Oaxaca? We will miss:
The history and culture of the Zapotecs and the ruins of their splendid cities like Monte Albán...

...and the razzmatazz of daily life in Oaxaca City's central square, the Zocalo – especially the lively music and dancing in the evenings...

...and the military parade on Mexico's Constitution Day of February 5th

We will certainly miss the numerous talented street musicians who entertained us wherever we sat for a meal...

...and the incredible cleanliness of everything and everywhere. Rarely have we been in such a clean city – especially in a tropical climate where so much of life takes place on the streets. Street cleaners are hard at work day and night keeping Oaxaca immaculate...

Also missed will be the inexpensive local foods like tostados, tortillas, tlayudas and tomales, all made from corn, This is a tomale stuffed with shredded chicken and mole – it tastes so much better than it looks...

We will certainly miss the amazing markets that assault the senses in every way. The gifts and clothing were exuberant and the flowers were spectacular. The market food was plentiful and diverse though we were not keen on the local speciality – grasshoppers.

These crunchy little critters are fried, toasted, boiled or baked and they are clearly a taste that we have not acquired. On the other hand we loved the radishes. It turns out that there is far more to a radish than being carved into a simple rose. On December 23rd each year the centre of Oaxaca City is the venue for an extraordinary event – La noche de los rabanos – (The night of the radishes). Tens of thousands of people throng to the Zocalo to witness an amazing artistic sight when vegetable carvers from across the state compete to produce to most flambouyant display of carved radishes. (Google 'Night of the Radishes' for some amazing images).

There is food and drink for everyone in Oaxaca. Mezcal, a potent local alcohol made from agave cactus, can be bought by the gallon. Numerous varieties of agave cactus grow in the mountains of Oaxaca and as we travelled the countryside we saw dozens of artisan mezcal distilleries where the agave were waiting to be 'cooked' into mezcal...

We tried the mezcal but actually preferred the rich creamy Oaxacan hot chocolate...

We have kept to last the best things we will miss about Oaxaca. First, we will miss the perpetually blue skies and the weeks of glorious sunshine. But, above all, we will miss the lovely Oaxacan people. This is Margarita – the delightful receptionist at our hotel – Casa Barrocco Oaxaca...

We always expect hotel and restaurant staff to be warm and welcoming, (though sometimes we are disappointed), but in Oaxaca absolutely everyone treated us wonderfully; no-one ripped us off; the street vendors and tour touts were polite and not at all persistent; and drivers actually stopped to let us cross the street.
O.K. - So that's more than ten things, so, In short...Oaxaca, Mexico – so much that we will miss.

Tour company touts are a peso a dozen in Oaxaca City all offering visitors a chance to get out into the countryside to see the sights. The bus tours are very cheap, but the idea of trailing from one shopping opportunity to the next interspersed with a few interesting sites for more than nine hours wasn't appealing. So we hired Mario and his cab and had a great trip. The first rule of the canny tourist is “always arrive before the crowds.” All of the bus tours from Oaxaca City leave at 10.00 am so that tourists can enjoy a leisurely breakfast. We left at 8.30 and arrived at our first stop, the Tule Tree, without a tourist or trinket salesman in sight. This is the Tule Tree with a couple of lonely local policemen waiting in the background for the hordes...

The tree is big – in fact it is absolutely enormous. It is a single cypress tree that is roughly 2,000 years old, (although no-one is going to chop it down to count the rings). The trunk is 140 feet around and it is claimed to be the biggest tree in the world weighing 167 thousand tons.

Next stop – the World's tallest stalactite...

Although the Hierve el Agua, a couple of hours drive into the mountains from Oaxaca City, looks like a 300 foot waterfall, it is actually solid rock and was formed in the same way that stalactites form inside caves. Other petrified waterfalls here are more colourful...

Spring water with a high calcium content has spent millions of years creating petrified waterfalls and giant infinity pools high above the valley and they make a spectacular sight in the brilliant sunshine...

Despite the thousands of tourists who flock to this part of Oaxaca it remains a poor area and we were surrounded by third world scenes...

However, our lunch of maize tortillas made over a wood stove in a makeshift cafe by Amelia was delicious...

Just $7 Cdn bought tortillas and freshly made coffee for us and Mario.
And then – the highlight of the tour, the ancient Zapotec city of Mitla....

Mitla was the religious centre of the Zapotec world unlike the administrative and cultural centre in Monte Alban, The many temples and buildings in Mitla were highly decorated with religious symbols..

The walls were decorated with colourful murals...

However, the Spanish Conquistadors destroyed virtually all of the ancient structures and built their churches and houses on the remains. Thankfully, some of the Zapotec buildings survived to give us an impression of what this magnificent city would have looked like 500 years ago.
Much of Mexico is mountainous with some of North Americas's tallest active volcanoes and today, as we rode high into the mountains of Oaxaca, we had some splendid views...

Now we are back in Oaxaca City after a beautiful and peaceful day in the pueblos - Hasta luega

As we wander the streets of Oaxaca City we are transported by the faces around us to a time before the Conquistadors. We are white giants in this Lilliputian land and are conscious of our European ancestry. According to legend, the Zapotec elite descended from the clouds and returned there upon death, therefore they call themselves “Be’ena’ Za’a”—the Cloud People. It is therefore unsurprising that they are beautiful both in looks and spirit...

For well over a thousand years the virtually impenetrable stronghold of Monte Albán, high above the present city of Oaxaca, was the center of the Zapotecs' world...

Monte Albán was founded around 800 BC and dominated much of the Oaxacan highlands until 750 AD when it was largely abandoned by the Zapotecs. But during that time these great temples and pyramids witnessed all manner of religious rituals and events...

An elaborate game called tlachtli, (aka pelota), using a hard rubber ball, was played in this court at Monte Albán nearly three thousand years ago...

As in so much of the world, death and destruction dominate the history of this land and these inscribed tablets show images of defeated enemies who were castrated and executed here...

The Zapotecs were a warrior race by necessity but the Aztecs from Central Mexico overran them in the late 1500s. The surviving Zapotecs fought on until the Spanish Conquistadors brought new diseases and advanced European weapons. The numerous Zapotecan gods including Cocijo, the rain god, and Coquihani, the god of light, were no match for a god who could do absolutely everything and the Zapotecs were soon defeated in the name of Jesus. The Zapotecs became pacifists in the hope of avoiding total annihilation but many of their fine buildings were destroyed to provide materials for Christian structures like the Church and Convent of Santo Domingo de Guzmán in Oaxaca City...

While the church still functions for religious worship, it is ironic that the attached convent is now a museum filled with a trove of Zapotec treasures and artifacts excavated from Monte Albán...

The ruins of Monte Albán are a reminder of a once powerful civilization but, although their majestic city in the sky may have gone, we are surrounded by buildings embodying their history and art. Despite 500 years of colonization and oppression there are more than a million Zapotecs in Oaxaca and we are humbled to be walking among them.