Here I am! I did not get kidnapped or mugged.. I made it through Mexico City Airport unscathed, got a transfer flight on the smallest plane they could find and found my way to my little home in the city of Oaxaca.. Phew! It was all very exciting and a little scary until I was greeted by my Oaxacan Mama and Grandmama. When I walked into the living room and saw a table full of crocheting I knew that the Mexican gods had taken pity on me!!
My Grandma is the cutest thing I have seen and perhaps my favourite new person so far.. she is 92! holds my hand when she talks to me, refers to me exclusively as bonita, cooks traditional Mexican meals con mucho chili, and the only english she knows is "thankyouverymuch" an Elvis reference!
The city is so beautiful y muy antiqua.. there is arte EVERYWHERE. As Dias del los muertos is in two weeks there are skeletons and altars popping up as far as the eye can see..
I must say hasta pronto as I am popping off to el mercado..
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