Tag: Mazunte
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“Mazunte time” is what we call the phenomenon of the passage of time in Mazunte, the sweet Oaxacan beach side town my husband and I like to go to every once in a while for a change of pace. Who came up with the term, that’s unknown. But the point is for some reason, time…
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Who would’ve known that leaves have a sound. You can’t hear the sound of the leaves in the city. Did you know that there’s a butterfly here that makes a noise? When did you last hear a hummingbird? They sing a song too.
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The day before the hurricane, we woke up without electricity, cell service, and internet. The weather seemed torrential, like there was a great fury the sky intended to unleash. The day would be filled with occurrences that all felt important as I pondered how far away from home I am.