Sunday morning, about a week into our trip to Oaxaca, Shelley and I woke up with a mission: to climb the sacred mountain called Picacho in Teotitlan del Valle. Picacho dominates the skyline about the town where the majority of the MZ weavers live and is considered sacred by those who inhabit the special town at the base of the mountain.
It took us an hour and a half of steady climbing to reach the summit. But the sore muscles and sweating were more than worth the breathtaking view from the top. Who knows when the first Zapotec climbed this mountain and saw the Oaxacan Valley in all it’s glory. But it is not hard for me to understand why this place is sacred. Sometimes there are just no words for the experience of such beauty.