La Villada Inn
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... I was far too busy enjoying the many other options, like chorizo! Michael introduced me to "agua arroz", or rice water. Basically rice milk with cinnamon, cantaloupe, and ice. Not only is it very good for you when you're having issues with your stomach, it's also very thirst quenching. Before we left I went to the bathroom, which was very tiny. Not only was I a foot taller than the stalls, but there was no space between the seat and door! Oh oops, I mean the toilet with NO seat, ...
... In fact I felt really safe
there as the police toured the beaches on their buggies throughout the day. I
also found a friendly place to settle myself for the day and discovered they
made the best margaritas and also cooked wonderful fresh fish served with a
salad….exactly as I requested.
I truly felt I was in paradise
over the few days I was there and felt so sad to leave on Friday afternoon. But
once again I was heading ...
... continued onward on a road that took us through a more natural landscape, with more rivers and puddles to cross. Which made things a bit more fun of course. We pushed out one last sprint at the end and then we got back into the jeep for a long drive to our next stop, were we would have lunch. I was surprised that the biking went better than expected, since it had been a long time since I last rode my bicycle. I guess I'm still a bit better in shape than I thought. ...
... the Mexicans insisted that each American try one. I tried to quietly resist, but eventually, they caught on that I had yet to try. I ended up trying a baby cricket… and by “try”, I mean, I put it in my mouth and then almost immediately spit it back out. Of course, the Mexicans found this hilarious, and said that another day, I would have to try again. Fortunately, Adriana and Joshua were much more understanding, and told me they ...
... Girl-Gone-International. I felt Oaxaca smiling at me. Then I felt myself tripping. Then I felt the hard, hard ground. I went down big too. A two-knee, coffee everywhere, strawberries all over the sidewalk fall. I felt initially indignant, then relieved that no one rushed to my aid, sparing me embarrassment. I picked myself up and hastened around the corner to survey the damage. Both my knees were scraped, but no running blood. My legs, however, we covered in dirt and coffee, ...