We stayed in Mitla for two weeks, and the experience started to weave its spell on us from the first day at the Mitla Backpacker Hostel.

Walking in felt like entering a living, breathing workshop, filled with textiles that told stories through their colors and patterns.

The scent of new fabric filled the air, and everywhere we looked, there was a burst of color from the beautifully woven dresses and

embroidered blouses, alongside shawls, ponchos, and blankets that seemed to welcome us with open arms.

Socorro was the heart and soul of the house. She wasn't just the face of the hostel and the adjoining shop; she was the creative force, masterfully turning rolls of handwoven cotton into beautiful pieces of clothing and home decor.

Watching her work was a privilege, especially seeing her craft what would become Glen’s new favorite shorts right before our eyes. But Socorro’s talents didn't stop at her tailoring skills. The business she’s run with her husband, Alberto, for the past fifty years showed us a warm, welcoming side of Mitla we hadn't expected.

Their hostel felt like home, blending seamlessly with their workshop and giving us a rare glimpse into a life dedicated to preserving traditional textile arts.

Our stay was an immersion into a world where every thread and design had significance and told a story, where the rhythm of pedal looms from nearby workshops filled the air, becoming a part of our daily experience in Mitla.

The ancient patterns, adorning the majestic ruins visible from our hostel's dining room and even our bedroom window, also appeared in the garments Socorro crafted. Her work, echoing these traditional designs, connected us directly to the past.

Through Socorro and her family, we connected deeply with the rich Zapotec culture, leaving Mitla with a profound appreciation for the art and tradition that animates the vibrant community...

We left Mitla on Day 1024 of our journey (April 4, 2024).

~Genevieve