No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
Travel Blogs from Oaxaca
... things right they will not, which does not mean they will not love it just be ready to fly on their own. IT makes me sad, scared and happy all at the same time, or sometime just in waves. But I will try my best to ride those waves as they come.
They have learned so much Spanish it amazes me. I was talking to Diego only in Spanish the other day as we were shopping in the market for some tortillas, cheese and mezcal. The more I talked to him the more ...
... evening to belt out their favorite ballads. Another afternoon while we were aimlessly strolling along a street, a local approached us and asked if we would like to see a nearby gourmet food market. His English was very good and as we could see many people in the area we reluctantly followed him, but not sure what to expect. He walked us through many aisles explaining the produce and what it was used for, what to look for ...
... tour! Sure enough at 9:45 the car arrived with a tour guide who spoke excellent English. There was a bit of confusion as to if she was taking me or not. She asked where I was supposed to go, but I didn't know! Once everything was cleared up she continuously apologized for the confusion. I kept telling her it was really not a problem, as I was the one with no clue! It was just me, her and the driver. We went to this old church that ...
... Oaxacan mountains and scenery go by, looked for jaguars in the jungle (that's a little joke of ours), watched 6 episodes of True Blood season 6, occasionally watched whatever movie was on in Spanish and I caught up some some of this blog writing, with one stop at a roadhouse restaurant for lunch. All in all the 11 hours flew by and soon enough it was 8.30pm and we were in Puerto Escondido, even at night the ocean looked amazing. In fact earlier in ...
... feet were the heads of a boy and girl, sent half an hour earlier to tel, the Dead Kings that their descendant had woken up. He glared at the Brazilian and spat.
"All the commoners lay on the ground and, when he lifted his baton, they rubbed their noses in the dirt and bellowed 'Dada! Breathe for me! Dada! Steal from me! Dada! Dada! Break me! Take me! My head is yours!'
"A troubadour crawled forward, pointed at Da Silva, and said in a ...
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet