After a couple blips in the travel schedule – ie, a cancelled flight and a lovely night at, quote unquote, America’s Best Value Inn in Houston (Italics ours)
we finally arrived in Oaxaca City.
1st stop: El Diablo y La Sandia bed and breakfast.
In desparate need of food/sustenance, we had our first truly Mexican meal at El Tipico, which turned into an overflowing table of fried pigskins (chichorones), heuvos rancheros, papaya juice, and of course diet coke.
Walking through the streets, we noticed something awry, though not by Oaxacan standards. It was the annual Teacher’s Protest, which overflows the historic city center every May and June.
But we didn’t let the radicalism affect our material needs (some might call it materialism). Walking through the heart of the protests, in the balmy Oaxacan afternoon, we acquired two new shiny mobile phones.
After a shower, siesta and rooftop cerveza, we moseyed on over to La Biznaga for some absolutely miraculous food that we don’t remember the name of. (Thank you, Maria!)
Joined by a jovial group of Mexicans and expats, we skipped the margheritas and went straight for the heady discussions of gender violence, life choices and dietary cleanses.
It was, to say the least, a full – an epic – first day.