When I was in New York I got to visit my friends Shannon and James, who moved to that big ole town a few months ago. They told me that on their first night they were standing outside their new apartment.. admiring the New York skyline.. and looking for what they believed to be fireworks.. (I´m sure you can tell where this is going) The clerk came out and told them they should probably go inside as those recent noises were in fact gunshots. A traditional welcome to NY...
On my first day/ night in Oaxaca I heard what I believed to be gunshots.. they seemed far from me so I wasn´t worried. So continues all through the next night and the next.. and guess what they weren´t gunshots, but FIREWORKS!!
Every night there is one celebration or another.. and from what I can tell every hombre and his perro has a pyrotechnics licence.. I love that I experienced the contrast first-night-loud-noise scenario!! Viva Mexico!!
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