Oaxaca felt like a long-held embrace. It was a profoundly emotional day—baby in arms, teary glances across generations, and that tender sense of coming home, as the city is Sofía’s grandmother’s birthplace. Friends traveled from everywhere— a true destination wedding.

The callejoneada lit the night: band up front, mezcal in small cups, laughter spilling down cobblestone streets. At cocktail hour, Mexico took center stage—fresh herbs, sal de gusano, valley fruits—details that tasted like place. Between embraces and dancing, promises and quiet moments, their family story unfolded in an Oaxacan rhythm: intimate, joyful, and bright as a candle in a bustling market.