Pulling a Reverse Snowbird

Gramma, Granpa, and Mezcal

Last night was my first back in Oaxaca de Juarez after a winter of oilfield work above the Arctic Circle. I’d just finished a quick meal on a cactus-studded rooftop terrace and was hankering for an after-dinner drink. Problem was, I didn’t know where I could get my almost-shaking hands on a bottle of mezcal.