Hotel Casa Arnel Oaxaca

... I will never know what their cause was..<br><br>As I wanted to get to Oaxaca and Puerto Escondido was just a surfers beach resort I decided<br>to still take the night bus to Oaxaca which meant I had 2 hours to see the bus station and<br>restaurant next to it (nice!). On the plus side I ate 2 big portions of tasty beef tacos and <br>drank a couple of very refreshing beers to set me up for one of the most uncomfortable bus <br>journies of my life. The pain in getting to Oaxaca was ...

... Oaxaca was another gorgeous colonial town with a thriving entertainment and crafts scene. After several days of seeing the city, we volunteered at Centro de Esparanza Infantil School. The school provides education and meals for street children (mainly from area indigenous groups) whose parents could otherwise not afford schools. The kids were much fun and we were blessed to learn a little more about their culture and their world.

... so long. There comes a point when you need a nice place to come home to. That is where the concept of a long-term stay or the expat experience enters into the picture. The trick is finding a suitable place and that may take some serious money.<br><br>Speaking of expats, through my blog I have become acquainted with &#8220;Laura&#8221; from: <br><br>http://motherlauras.blogspot.co m<br><br>This is the introduction to her blog:<br><br>&#8220;This blog has been created in ...

... paid our school fees for the next two weeks and signed up for the Saturday tour. We used the rest of the afternoon to locate a Sunday service in English and found a small Anglican/Episcopal community, a short ten minute walk away. After several wrong stops we found a restaurant (La Cantanita) that was recommended by Rachel from ICO. In some circles, well-cultured women are not supposed to drink in this type of ...

... on both sides, the bus careening around corners at 65 mph and looking out the window gave me vertigo as there was very little past the guardrail that would keep us from plummeting to our death. I was slightly terrified when my bus decided it was a good idea to pass another bus going downhill around a corner, but hey, what do I know, I don´t even have a license. I wish I could better explain the beauty of the mountains but for the sake of all of you, all I can do is ...

... But the terrestrial route promised to be much more scenic, so that´s what I opted for. The bus -- actually a 12-seat minivan with extremely comfortable upholstered seats -- left Puerto Escondido promptly at 10 am. I was the only gringo. We were soon up in the Sierra Madre del Sur, cresting ridge after ridge, sometimes among the clouds looking almost straight down into the verdant valleys, twisting and turning ...

... to the roof and they just leave them up there, it's a little scary having these dogs above you barking! I don't know what I plan on doing tomorrow my mom invited me to church but I'm not sure I can sit through mass. Well we went out to the bar's tonight, the first place was on the market, but its more like the square with restaurants all around and vendors in the middle. The teachers are on strike again so they were all camped out there and had spray painted ...

... doesn't meet a truck heading down the mountain. From up here the whole world seems to be unmoving. We look down on the town of Mitla and a neighbouring pueblo and watch as they recede, further and further, as we climb closer and closer to the clouds. Hierve el Agua is usually a hot spring but at this time of year, winter, the water, although not cold, is fresh enough to send an involuntary, initial chill down the spine ...