April 1st & 2nd Oaxaca City, Oaxaca
Arriving impossibly fresh and stunning looking was more challenging than one may think. Landing in Oaxaca, I was down 1 gold bracelet and up a whole lot of holes in the crotch of my patched and re-patched blanco pantalones, I so desparately wanted to bring. Beware: Holes in the crotch spread like wildfires people.
We spent the day touring the charming streets of the city; popping in various cathedrals (absolutley stunning, they really show the churches of America what's up); visited the Zocalo; hiked up to Auditorio Guelaguetza to view the city ariel style; enjoyed a cafe at the ex-convent, now a high-end hotel; passed through several markets (can we say chaos!); explored the casa de la ciudad museum; and experienced my first taste of Tlyuada in a cozy, street side restaurant. The Tyluada was rico but Emma was rather disappointed with her combo especial - beans NOT included. Other first-time foods include: papaya, guyaba and toposo.
Chilling in the courtyard of our very colorful hostel, I'm trying to bust out a quick Spanish lesson before the sun goes down (no outdoor lighting here). Reflecting on the day, I have to be honest. So far I'm still absorbing everything. Initially, things were pretty overwhelming. Note to self: It's stressful not understanding Spanish, especially when visiting a Spanish speaking country. I can't say I finally understand foreigners living in America who do not understand English, but I certainly sympathize with them now. How one can live in a country their entire life without feeling the urgency to become fluent is on them. 24 hours here and I can't get fluent fast enough. On the flip side, Emma has been a great translator. Never before had I heard her speak Spanish. So the first time she exchanged in rapid dialog, I was very impressed. In order to completely grasp my Latin American experience however, the Spanish lessons shall continue...
Arriving impossibly fresh and stunning looking was more challenging than one may think. Landing in Oaxaca, I was down 1 gold bracelet and up a whole lot of holes in the crotch of my patched and re-patched blanco pantalones, I so desparately wanted to bring. Beware: Holes in the crotch spread like wildfires people.
We spent the day touring the charming streets of the city; popping in various cathedrals (absolutley stunning, they really show the churches of America what's up); visited the Zocalo; hiked up to Auditorio Guelaguetza to view the city ariel style; enjoyed a cafe at the ex-convent, now a high-end hotel; passed through several markets (can we say chaos!); explored the casa de la ciudad museum; and experienced my first taste of Tlyuada in a cozy, street side restaurant. The Tyluada was rico but Emma was rather disappointed with her combo especial - beans NOT included. Other first-time foods include: papaya, guyaba and toposo.
Chilling in the courtyard of our very colorful hostel, I'm trying to bust out a quick Spanish lesson before the sun goes down (no outdoor lighting here). Reflecting on the day, I have to be honest. So far I'm still absorbing everything. Initially, things were pretty overwhelming. Note to self: It's stressful not understanding Spanish, especially when visiting a Spanish speaking country. I can't say I finally understand foreigners living in America who do not understand English, but I certainly sympathize with them now. How one can live in a country their entire life without feeling the urgency to become fluent is on them. 24 hours here and I can't get fluent fast enough. On the flip side, Emma has been a great translator. Never before had I heard her speak Spanish. So the first time she exchanged in rapid dialog, I was very impressed. In order to completely grasp my Latin American experience however, the Spanish lessons shall continue...
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