Tarumba: a poem that is cooked in San Cristóbal de las Casas

They say that to know a place you have to walk without haste, with the open soul and the awake palate. San Cristóbal de las Casas received us like this: with the arms extended in the form of a paved street, with the aroma of wood in the air, with the flavor of a land that tells itself through its ingredients. We traveled to the heart of Chiapas for a reason that, although it seemed gastronomic, ended up being deeply poetic: a meeting between two…