After eight months up in el norte, I arrived back in my sweet Oaxaca home Wednesday night. Travel seems to get more exhausting by the year and thus I spent Thursday and Friday unpacking in slow motion and limiting my grocery shopping to within four blocks of my apartment and just for the necessities — salsa verde and tortillas hot off the comal from the gal next door, quesillo and chipotle salsa from the cheese shop, avocados, and lettuce. I recovered just in time to walk over to Parque El Llano this morning for Oaxaca’s own No Kings protest. The sun was shining and the sky was clear blue as young and old gathered to join the world in a global day of resistance.
There were speakers…
There was music…
There were creative signs…
Of course, to conclude the rally, there was a Trump piñata!
An added bonus for me was greeting old friends, feeling solidarity with people I’ve not yet met, and knowing courage is, indeed, contagious!
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