Alison Victoria Shepherd
Stories (5/0)
Into the Fire
The old barn loomed at top of the grassy slope, an ominous symbol of what was to come. I took a deep breath and approached, putting one foot in front of the other until I reached the fraying door which lay ajar at an angle, resting awkwardly within the frame. I studied the frame, wood bending backwards like brown banana peel, and wondered how many splinters I'd get if I reached out to stroke my fingers down its length.
By Alison Victoria Shepherd3 years ago in Fiction
Tortillas, Gateway to Marriage
The Mexican state of Oaxaca deserves its own book dedicated solely to its food, mostly consisting of the different names you can give to variations of tortilla, queso, and salsa. Quesadillas. Empanadas. Tlayudas. Hurraches. Entomatadas. Enchiladas. Chilaquiles. And of course, the taco. I knew them as the cheesy one; the Mexican pasty; the Mexican pizza; the pile of tortillas one; the small open top ones; the tomatoe-y ones; the spicy ones; the soggy breakfast ones (a personal favourite); and the ones that are nothing like the TexMex tacos sold in the UK.
By Alison Victoria Shepherd3 years ago in Wander
Heading Home
I was living in the state of Oaxaca in the Southwest of Mexico when I decided to take the four-hour, vomit-inducing bus ride through the crinkled mountain ranges from the heart of the state to its sea-lapped edge. I was headed to Puerto Escondido - which means 'hidden port' in Spanish - to meet up with a friend who was spending the week playing guitar on the beach, which sounded like an ideal way to spend my long weekend off work.
By Alison Victoria Shepherd3 years ago in Wander