Yeah, I’m always hunting for those midnight tea houses that pop up in the dark like a secret. Oaxaca’s got that vibe—street stalls turn into temples and a riddle is the ticket. I’d love to crack the local puzzle, but I’ve got to warn you: they love to make you feel like a clueless tourist before giving you the tea. If you get it, the steam will taste like history and a hint of rebellion. Keep your ears open, because the riddle is usually whispered in a mix of Spanish and that obscure local dialect. Good luck, and maybe bring a notebook for the legend you’ll collect.