April 3rd & 4th - Oaxaca City & Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca
The rest of my time spent in the city was compromised of wandering through various shops and museums solo and plans that fell through. To begin with, I was scheduled (and paid for) to take a day trip to Monte Alban, but apparently a protest (ehm, for the SECOND day in a row) decided it was necessary to block the one road needed to get to my destination. Bummer #1. Later on, we had planned on trying a salsa class. No classes offered on Viernes, only Lunes to Jueves. Bummer #2.
We headed to bed and woke bright and early to depart for Semana Stanta - thrilled for beach week in Puerto!!!
Wrong.
It was probably the most nauseating 6 hour bus ride I have ever experienced in my life. Ever. I felt like a mother in labor, taking my heh-heh-hew's, trying to keep the oxygen flow going and what was left in my stomach from coming up my mouth. Quite possibly the reason this winding mountain trail of a road is dubbed "the mountain that empties your stomach". You don't have much left upon arrival. Luckily, I was able to keep myself from emptying my stomach; however, a local on another nearby bus was emptying hers out the window. Ek.
Immediately I could sense the difference in locations. Puerto is as authentic a beach town as you could ever desire. The sun, the sand and the smell of the Pacific crashing in the distance.
We made our hot, sweaty trek (packs in tow) to our casa for the week. And what a wonderful surprise indeed! Casa Loma looked like paradise and for $10/night it is better than paradise. Suddenly the last 6 hours were totally worth it and room by room, we were guided through our tropical mansion by the gardener.
Eating beachside, patiently waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive, I had my first-ever taste of what I like to call Mexico's Long Island (and if you know me at all, you know my love for LI's are strong). The Coco Loco, intoxicating as it sounds, is tequila, rum and vodka loaded into a coconut larger than the size of my head. I would say the coco jugos was an afterthought in this beverage.
Around midnight the entire crew was complete. Emma, Dibo, Sam, Tony, Bex, Chino, Juanish, Sharp, (soon to be Jorge), and I settled into our diggs and shared a nightcap on the third floor outdoor living space. It was going to be a great week.
The rest of my time spent in the city was compromised of wandering through various shops and museums solo and plans that fell through. To begin with, I was scheduled (and paid for) to take a day trip to Monte Alban, but apparently a protest (ehm, for the SECOND day in a row) decided it was necessary to block the one road needed to get to my destination. Bummer #1. Later on, we had planned on trying a salsa class. No classes offered on Viernes, only Lunes to Jueves. Bummer #2.
We headed to bed and woke bright and early to depart for Semana Stanta - thrilled for beach week in Puerto!!!
Wrong.
It was probably the most nauseating 6 hour bus ride I have ever experienced in my life. Ever. I felt like a mother in labor, taking my heh-heh-hew's, trying to keep the oxygen flow going and what was left in my stomach from coming up my mouth. Quite possibly the reason this winding mountain trail of a road is dubbed "the mountain that empties your stomach". You don't have much left upon arrival. Luckily, I was able to keep myself from emptying my stomach; however, a local on another nearby bus was emptying hers out the window. Ek.
Immediately I could sense the difference in locations. Puerto is as authentic a beach town as you could ever desire. The sun, the sand and the smell of the Pacific crashing in the distance.
We made our hot, sweaty trek (packs in tow) to our casa for the week. And what a wonderful surprise indeed! Casa Loma looked like paradise and for $10/night it is better than paradise. Suddenly the last 6 hours were totally worth it and room by room, we were guided through our tropical mansion by the gardener.
Eating beachside, patiently waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive, I had my first-ever taste of what I like to call Mexico's Long Island (and if you know me at all, you know my love for LI's are strong). The Coco Loco, intoxicating as it sounds, is tequila, rum and vodka loaded into a coconut larger than the size of my head. I would say the coco jugos was an afterthought in this beverage.
Around midnight the entire crew was complete. Emma, Dibo, Sam, Tony, Bex, Chino, Juanish, Sharp, (soon to be Jorge), and I settled into our diggs and shared a nightcap on the third floor outdoor living space. It was going to be a great week.
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