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I spent the first few days getting my bearings by wandering the cobblestone streets, going to museums and churches, eating nieves and drinking coffee, watching the world go by as a mute. I don't recall ever being so quiet. My eyes and ears devoured all the newness. I had experienced little of the world beyond books and vacations, save for that first trip to Oaxaca that birthed my obsession. My naiveté was vital to digesting the beautiful and experiencing the ugly.
Marisa Cadena
