The state of Oaxaca has captured my heart, even more completely than Yucatán. I think maybe what moved it farther up the list were the huge communities surrounding the city that still continue their traditions and culture in the face of modernization. Pottery, textiles, food, and other handmade goods flood the weekly markets--of course right next to the tables selling CD's and DVD's.
What I really think sealed the deal for me was the regional cheese! Called "quesillo", it is richer, tastier, and stringier than mozzarella and makes me happy that it isn't available at the corner store--as I would be overweight in less than a month. Like a drug, I am craving this cheese more than ever. I need to find a dealer that lives close, although I think they'll wish they never gave me their number... as I'll be calling at random hours of the morning telling them to "bring the stuff" to an dark alley for us to do business. Yes, it is that good.