I flew to Huatulco, and after a week at the beach, took the six hour bus ride from Pochutla to Oaxaca City. I wanted to get a feel for the landscape. Then I remembered the stories of people describing the trip as the most wild bus ride of their lives. But I knew we'd be fine when I saw the driver, who was eating a roadside taco while driving, neatly place a cloth napkin across his lap before partaking. The woman next to me was doing embroidery, some kind of big green leaves. I was glad for the dramamine and the front seat they had so kindly given me.
We came down the mountains through a mezcal village near Ocotlan and then into the city where I met Rogene and various artists, friends, and expats staying at the casa. Five days later our art making compadres arrived - two brits, two moms and daughters, two friends, a native Spanish speaker, and our in house, on call doc. Away we went. Tour #6. I'm starting to get the hang of this. More fun each time.
(top photo is a detail from the Morales mural at the government building - maybe the city hall - in Ocotlan, bottom photo is a page from my teeny tiny journal)
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