I miss travel. I miss red snapper freshly caught and fried over fire and tortillas with chili oil. I miss crowds at sunset and music in the streets. I miss sweaty bodies, taxi rides and dancing with strangers. I miss vegetable markets and flowers sold roadside. I especially miss the possibility of it all.
These were taken just over a year ago. We ventured down to Oaxaca right before the world shut down and haven’t left Canada since.
