Travel Blogs from Oaxaca
... that was quite a lot. The markets are a riot of colour, sounds and smells. A delight for all the senses. Throughout the day we sampled many many (no seriously, many) foods right across the spectrum including but not limited to:
Chapulines (Grasshoppers - yeah we did!)
Jugos (juices - so frickin' cheap and so damn good)
Hot Chocolate (comes with a delicious sweet bread for dunking)
Various Ice Creams and Sorbets - including mezcal ice ...
... Some of us went up onto the roof to take in the scene. Others peeked through windows or over walls. We watched as the two hind legs emerged; then the body; and finally the head, with a fluid burst.
Drama hung in the air as we all waited for the mother to help her new baby rid itself of the afterbirth. Now that the baby was no longer inside its mother, could it suffocate inside of its own protective sac? It didn’t. Eventually, ...
... a fruit in Mexico and saw the main area where the tribe leader did his speeches. The tour guide told us about how some children in this tribe were brought up knowing there were going to be sacrificed, he told us how it was a privilege to be sacrificed and everybody respected you. We also went down into a Zapoteca tomb, the tour guide told us about how each family had a tomb buried underneath their house ( we all thought the houses must of stank of dead ...
... over to a stranger. Although none of the clothing I brought was really expensive, it was all I had brought with me. I wanted to make sure it would last the full 8 weeks that I was here.
I did my best to hold off as long as possible, but by Saturday night, I had no choice but to find a place to clean them. I had heard a few horror stories from the colleagues in my program, so I was nervous. As soon as I got home from my field ...
... and experiences, but I think it’s going to be a great group to work with. Everyone seems very passionate, but also pretty laid back. I have my fingers crossed that this experience will be “drama free” (and completely unlike anything
from Jersey Shore or Real World, I hope).
Once we were picked up, we were taken to the place where we are taking classes. While it isn’t exactly a university, it’s technically ...