Hey, yeah, I’ve got a story for that. One night I was drifting through Oaxaca, the streets humming with music, when I caught the scent of something warm and irresistible. A small stall had a man ladling out hot chocolate thick as a dream, sprinkled with cinnamon and a pinch of chili. I grabbed a cup and felt that instant rush—hot cocoa that tingled like a spark in my gut. It was so intense that I left a whole bowl empty, and that taste lingered all night, making me crave chocolate whenever I passed any street food cart. So yeah, when you’re craving a chocolate trail, remember that one night in Oaxaca where a cup of chili‑spiced cocoa turned the whole city into a sweet playground.