On to San Jose del Pacifico

I picked up Oliver Sacks’ book, Oaxaca Journal, thinking I’d have lots of reading time at the beach—wrong! Had I read it, I’d have known San Jose del Pacifico was one of the Oaxacan villages where sacred ceremonial mushrooms were traditionally used only with great reverence and care until the psychedelic movement of the 60s brought seekers like Sacks.

Though I’d heard villagers lamented the loss of those sacred times before the world discovered them, San Jose del Pacifico remains a beautiful peaceful haven in the mountains. Though lots of natural herbal teas, dried mushrooms, and knitted art and clothing were for sale, the few tourists I met were all interested in enjoying mountain trails and vistas.

I met an older woman from Minnesota who was teaching English in a village about an hour north, and was in town for a friend’s birthday. It was easy to imagine staying there for a long time…

The first few photos are from the coastal road and as I headed back up into the mountains.

It’s hard to see, but there are lots more mountains behind those easily seen behind this river.
I think this is a mango orchard.
Our bus driver was very cautious and serious, but had this turtle and San Judas Tadeo (Saint Jude Thaddeus), the patron saint of hopeless causes, for comfort (reassurance?).
Somewhere along the route…
Corn was planted in some very steep places!
Beautiful villages along the way.
Quick break during the 3 hour trip. They were in another “collectivo” (small bus)?heading to the warm coast just as a cool spell hit the mountains.
Super sweet sisters who shared the ride with me. Irene and I had met two sisters who were doctors visiting Mazunte, so was surprised to learn these two were also doctors. On my next trip, the last leg to Oaxaca, I sat next to a nurse!
The view from my hostel in San Jose del Pacifico and perfect quiet were wonderful!!
Lots of beautiful flowers everywhere…
And some mushroom influenced artwork around town…

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