The first place we went to was a leather store. A whole family (mother, her two sons and daughter-in-law + a couple of young boys who are now employed there) work on new designs and on making bags, wallets, etc. They have several sewing machines and in general I think quite successful.
Then we had lunch and moved to the second village where we've met two families who are weaving rugs. All three women who were presenting their work (1 and 2 at another house) are really sweet and were eager to share their thoughts about lots of things. The first woman has a dog who looks..really really really crazy. Her eyes are wide-open and she barks all the time. We thought it's because she was on a really short leash.
All women wear the aprons that are very unique and not just for cooking but for looking pretty. They don't remember how the tradition started.
Zapotec language is all over, and while some people say that people from different villages can't understand each other, the woman explained that it's like a person from California talking to a person from the UK.
Water is a rarity, the drought is everywhere, very sad-looking brown hills. The villages occurred, it turned out, when one village drew the borders around it and told everyone who were outside of these borders to move away. So they moved and formed new settlements.
Long time ago, a married woman would wear a braid and a shawl to show that she is married, but now everyone wants to look modern so they don't do it anymore. The tradition of the youngest girl staying with the mother to take care of her and not being able to marry is actually still alive though this family had 10 kids, 5 of whom were boys, so there was no question. Every kid helps mother and grandparents to weave, clean the house, grow plants, cook, etc.
When we asked about divorces, the woman said: it never happens. You get married and start focusing on making kids, cooking, farming, working, cooking, then kids need to go to school, then find a job, then they get married, then grandchildren come, then you look around and you are already old: there is no time to think about divorces.