The best souvenir I brought home from Oaxaca
The best souvenir I brought home from Oaxaca wasn't something I bought. It didn't come from a market stall or fit in my suitcase. In fact, you can't hang it on a wall or put it on a shelf. The real souvenir I brought home was the habit of paying closer attention. Travel has a funny way of making me notice things I'd otherwise miss: the way bougainvilleas pour over the tops of terracotta walls, the sounds of geckos chirping when darkness falls, the feel of time-worn cobblestone under sandaled...