Sadly, the timing of our travels meant we were gone from Ciudad Oaxaca for Dia de Los Muertos, which is famously excellent there. Here in Puerto, all we saw was people’s home altars. Aryeh and I had a long talk last night about who we’d honor and how, if we’d thought to make our own altar (doh!! 🤦🏻♀️ next year)— for Uncle Jay and Aunt Patricia, for my friend Sara Booth. Aryeh said he’d have vanilla ice cream for Aunt Patricia because his first memory of her is of her offering him either mint chocolate chip or vanilla, and he chose the latter. It really is such a beautiful family holiday idea, and I think we will take back our own version of it.
One thing that’s been a feature of this trip for me is the way technology keeps me looped into my very scattershot, freelance musical life. I’ve applied for two grants, one International Viola Congress, and one remote job since heading out on this journey, and am waiting on all of them. Being on such an epic journey gives perspective and makes waiting on these things less stressful, but I do sometimes wonder if I should have just totally disconnected…?
