Two friends. Two cultures. Two worlds. One trip, one encounter: Oaxaca, Mexico. Never ending days walking under the sun between steady agaves. Baked landscapes painted with hues of green and brown. Infinite hills, blue skies dotted with the odd sailing cloud. A change of course, a deviation between the never ending serpentine paths, took them to a small village innocently sheltered, guarded by majestic rolling hills. Welcomed with extraordinary kindness and warmness, they quickly became the villagers’ guests of honor. They laughed, ate amongst the locals and toasted to good health with their unique mezcal.