Mundo Cuervo - Tequila

Yesterday Gwyn, Sarita and I went to Mundo Cuervo in Tequila. For 100 pesos we took the Cuervo tour which included a tasting and sit down time in the Familia Cuervo Cellar. It was a very nice tour, except for these white hair nets they made us wear for "sanitary" reasons. Cuervo is the oldest producing tequileria in the Americas. I believe our tour guide said Cuervo has been in business for 270 years. We were given a small tasting of the regular stuff sold. You had to pay for a tasting of the reserve tequila which I did and did not enjoy so much. I suppose my palate is just not sophisticated enough to enjoy the taste of cuervo reserve (which tasted much like a cognac). Their reserve bottle sells for over $200 in the states. But for $10 you received a tasting of the special stuff. And before Cuervo Mundo we went to the Tequila museum which is super interesting. Hopefully we'll be back again soon to experience the Herradura tour as Sarita still has to compile some information on them.

Pic 1: Jose Cuervo Factory
Pic 2: The tour guide said 150 to 300 tons of Piñas are brought in daily.
Pic 3: Piña assembly line. On their way to the oven to roast for 36 hours.
Pic 4: The cave - Family Cellar
Pic 5: Tequila museum

Battle of the dogs & a retirement community called Chapala

Hugo, Patricia and Havala (their youngest daughter) stopped by Friday evening to say hello and to give us more information regarding our all day Saturday adventure to Chapala.

When Tomi a sweet little Poodle with purple dyed hair and a collar to match met Atticus, it appeared friendly. They were sniffing each other and all seemed fine but then the scuffle started. Gwyn had to pull Atticus off poor little Tomi. Not to worry, Atticus is fine and not in doggie jail. Double-well: Tomi is alive and lives to tell another story. Literally.

Saturday morning, Sarita, Daniel and I head out to Hugo and Patricia's house and Tomi is a little withdrawn but overall OK. We packed up the cars and got ready for our 1 drive to Lake Chapala to go swimming at a gated community/club where Patricia's sister owns land. The club/pool area was beautiful and empty so we had this huge pool all to ourselves. It was great and the weather was cooler than GDL. Daniel was the first to jump straight into the pool, Sarita and I slowly eased ourselves into the cold water and Havala and her friend, as 8 year olds are were fearless and jumped in then started racing each other. Meanwhile S and I were still easing ourselves into the pool. The water was cold!!!! Tomi, was even trying to get into the pool. He was happily running around with not a care in the world.

After some pool time, we all sat down to eat and then the Tomi stories started to come out. Hugo and Patricia have only had Tomi for 1 month. He was abandoned after 3 years by his original owner - a young girl. Tomi had been a gift from the girl's boyfriend but when she was dumped by him she didn't want Tomi anymore. She didn't want to remember. OH, THE PAIN! So, poor little Tomi had to find a new home. Hugo and Patricia took him in and in his fist week in the Medrano residence he escaped from the house. Pati said they walked all over their neighborhood looking for him and asked local businesses to keep an eye out for the poodle. A few said they had seen the purple haired poodle walking by so Pati and Hugo knew he was close. However, hours passed and still no Tomi. When she thought all hope was lost, she found out that one of the local business owners was holding Tomi for them. Apparently Tomi was walking in front of traffic and was almost killed.

2 weeks later, Paola the oldest daughter took Tomi with her to her aunts house and Tomi wasn't paying attention and fell off the 1st story smack onto the cold concrete floor. They took Tomi to the vet and he said Tomi was OK and hadn't broken any bones or sustained any serious injuries. Pati said Tomi was limping for a week and then recovered. The next thing was his run in with Mr. Atticus.

So all this has happened in 1 month to Tomi. I think Tomi has a death wish or is like Carter's dog in the show Spin City that is always attempting suicide.

After swimming, eating and looking for Tomi (at least 5 times) we drove a few minutes into the center of Chapala for ice cream and churros. Death wish dog stayed in the car while we strolled around town. Chapala at sunset is gorgeous. Chapala is very cute, as is its neighboring town Ajijic which are both affectionately called gringolandia. You can guess why.

We arrived home close to 10PM from Chapala and we all crashed. It was the best sleep I've had in a long time.

As for death wish dog, all I know is that the "Chronicles of Tomi" the poodle are not over.

KEANE Concert

Thursday night we drove past the airport to Vicente Fernandez's ranch where the KEANE concert was held. Since there are only 6 regular ChiliCat readers, I assume half of you know who Vicente Fernandez is but just in case you don't, he's a very famous Mexican singer - estilo ranchero (my mexican mama and most in her age group own his records and love VF). So, VF owns a lot of land outside of Guadalajara and created a new concert coliseum just outside of town on his ranch. Yes! On his ranch and he has a big ole' house there too.

Back to Keane:
The Kene concerted attracted every young person in Guadalajara. It was a big show and the crowd was going crazy for Keane. Most musical acts automatically go to D.F. and not Guadalajara so when a band does come here to play the people are beyond ecstatic.

We went to the show because we wanted to catch a concert before we return to the Bay Area. And while I'm not a huge fan of Keane and Daniel didn't even know who they were, we really enjoyed the show and the music. I think they made a full on fan out of Daniel and I will definitely download a few songs. The best line was when the lead singer said, "it's fiesta time in Guadalajara" and the crowd kept screaming in utter Beatlemania hysteria.
It was cool.

Another day, another museum

It's another sunny day in Guadalajara. Luckily we've had some wind come though to quelch the intense heat.

Today Gwyn and I went to another museum. They displayed work by Rudolfo Morales, Rufino Tamayo and Leonora Carrington. Plus they were showing an exhibit on Brazilian cinema movie posters. I'm looking to fill my days with anything these days since I don't have anything else going on at the moment.

Everyone is busy except for me. I'm on day 4 of my new round of antibiotics and on day 7 of intense allergy medication. Only a few more days and I'll be partially "Anna Nicole" free. Since I'm ingesting 4 meds daily, anything extra like pepcid, sal de uvas, or an aleve sends me into the land of overdose paranoia. Or it could be the case of too much time & too little to do! School resumes next week - thank god.

Pic 1: Inside museum. Brazilian cinema exhibit.
Pic 2: Cancer, Brazilian underground 70's flick.
Pic 3: Body parts. outside museum
Pic 4: La Virgin - she's all over the city.
Pic 5: Walking home. Apparently the NO PARKING sign wasn't enough so a butchered tree was placed out front to deter parking violaters.

I'm GONNA get you Bug!

Last night after Indian food, we picked up some desserts and headed home to watch Lindsay Lohan (aka FireCrotch) in "Herbie Fully Loaded." It was a TOTAL ham of a movie but I have to admit that I kinda liked it. It wasn't pretentious or thought provoking. It was just stupidly funny. It had a lot of the original cheeze from the original Herbie movies where you know, Herbie spurts some oil on the character or magically opens his car door on an unsuspecting but offensive character. In other words, it wasn't trying to take itself serious. It was just a silly predictable movie with some really stupid lines that made me laugh.

Plus I love Matt Dillon and his brother (the character) Johnny Drama in Entourage (HBO). Their facial expressions are naturally slapstick. Matt Dillon had the best lines in the movie. In the movie he plays the premiere NASCAR driver who continually loses to Herbie - a beat up old bug that is salvaged by Michael Keaton and Firecrotch. Speaking of Michael Keaton he is looking pretty bad these days. Is he sick? He looks sick, pale and way to thin.

Ok, back to the movie: Matt Dillon's character constantly tries to sabotage and kill Herbie throughout the movie but Herbie, that old bug just outsmarts and outraces Matt Dillon. Matt Dillon doesn't understand how this beat up ghetto bug keeps winning. He tells Firecrotch at some point, "You can take the car out of the junkyard but you can't take the junkyard out of the car." Firecrotch is sad. Herbie is sad. Matt Dillon is just mean. Priceless.

Matt Dillon threatens the bug, tries to bust its windows, and has Herbie sent to a demolition rally to be crushed by a red neck mullet hair club member swearing monster truck driver. Oh no, but Herbie doesn't die. In fact, he's triumphant. He flies through the air somehow (I don't recall the details on how he begins to fly as I was busy eating my apple tart) but he flies through the air to the song "JUMP" from Van Halen and lands right ON TOP of the monster truck and crushes him. The crowd swoons, screams, jeers, cheers. Everyone is happy.
***Meanwhile the song JUMP is still playing:
I get up, and nothing gets me down.
You got it tough. i've seen the toughest around.
And i know, baby, just how you feel.
You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real
Oh can't you see me standing here,
I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen.
Oh can't you see what i mean ?
Might as well jump. jump !
Might as well jump.
Go ahead, jump. jump !
Go ahead, jump.

It was fantastic. My favorite scene so far.

Matt Dillon is pissed off. He can't win. "I'm gonna get you bug. I'm gonna get you!" These were the final lines of the movie as Herbie wins the NASCAR cup, Lindsay Lohan and the iMAC commercial boy make-out and Matt Dillon is taken away in a emergency ambulance to the mental hospital.

The only creepy thing about Herbie is that he is kinda stalkerish and very horny. I mean he's on the hunt all the time. They could have left all that out since there are a few too many narrow lens takes of Lindsay Lohan. It's the same narrow lens takes they use in movies when a stalker is staring at the victim through the bedroom window. In the end he can't have Firecrotch so he goes after the bug to the tune of Lional Richie's Hello:

I've been alone with you
Inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips
A thousand times
I sometimes see you
Passing outside my door
Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted
And my arms are open wide
Because you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much
I love you


In the end, he gets the young yellow bug which is akin to an old man getting the young hot chick. Herbie is a 60's something model and she's a 2005 model. Phedofilia if you ask me.

Michael Keaton has to warn Herbie to behave himself. Is this a sordid reminder of the age difference?

Cheeze.

Ah but back to my favorite line: I'm gonna get you bug! I'm gonna get you bug!

Bootylicious at the Hair Salon

So, I paid more than $5.00 dollars for my haircut and I love it.
Hugo Alexandro is a cutting maestro. When he introduced himself to me he said "I am HUgo" (really stress the HU in Hugo). He didn't ask my name, he only knew I was his 10:30AM. I showed him a picture of how I wanted my hair (Vanidad Marzo 2007 Sandra Bullock). He must have cut at least 4 inches off. It feels so good. It's shoulder length now and has a bit of a lift at the ends.

It was a new experience going to an unknown hair salon in Guadalajara, Mexico. I'm so used to Rick who knows me, my hair, provides bisquits and at times alcohol during my visits.

This is how it went:
Hugo called me over, asked me to sit in his chair, put a hair apron on me and began to cut. I showed him the picture of Sandy B. He said, "this short?" I said, "yes, but leave me enough hair to still be able to put it in a pony tail." He nodded, then he began to cut. He talked a mile a minute the entire time, but not to me. In fact, he was just talking. It was a didactic journey of recent trials and tribulations. It was HUgo and all HUgo. The room was full of HUgoites: his 3 assistants and 2 other clients waiting for him. He was talking about some big photo shoot he worked on recently where the model WAS as he put it "devinely" built. She had huge breats, long legs, hair down to her butt. She was gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. She was surrounded by indigenous looking models - estilo Apocolypto. Anyway, they fed him and provided drinks all day. The set was beautiful. He loved it. Then he moved on to describe a robbery. I didn't catch all the details but I do know his ring was stolen. I would have told him I understood since recently my IPOD was stolen and how upset I was about losing it but AGAIN we weren't having a conversation. So he continued to talk and talk. He sighed in between his stories, and occassionaly laughed. Meanwhile, he chopped away and with each second I could feel the lightness of my hair.

Then he told his female assistant, "no more appointments. I don't feel well. I'm slow today. I can't cut more hair." Meanwhile he's literally pulling an Edward Scissor hands on my hair. My hair was flying all over the place.

Once he finished cutting my hair he told assistant #1 to take me now. So, I went and sat in assistant #1's station. Then assistant #2 said, "no she comes to me first." Assistant #1 and #2 went back and forth a bit, then they finally conferred with HUgo. HUgo went back and forth, at first saying I needed to go to assistant #1, then assistant #2 said something to HUgo I didn't catch and he said, "OK, then she goes to you." Assistant number 2 rolled his eyes at me, as if to say, "I KNEW YOU CAME TO ME." So I moved stations and sat in #2's chair. Then he put some gel stuff in my hair and began to style it. Once he was finished, assistant #1 and the women that sweeps the floor came over to look at my cut and said, "beautiful."

I got up, said thanks and went to the caja to pay. With change in hand, I went to give assistant #2 a tip but he was shampooing so he signaled me to put the money in his back pocket. So, I picked up his t-shirt and put the money in his back pocket. Bootylicious. He kissed me and said good bye. Then I went to HUgo who was cutting someone else's hair but he stopped for a moment and said, "you like it?" while he ran one hand through my hair and marked me with a final HUgo hair touch. I said, "yes I love it." Then I gave him his tip and he signaled his left butt cheek and patted his ass. More bootylicious. So I put the money in his back pocket and he kissed me good bye. I felt kinda dirty, sort of strip bar embarrassment dirty.

Everyone said Buh Bye again and I took my unhip, fat ass out of there.

Thanks to HUgo Alexandro I now have a great haircut that will stylishly get me though this heat.

Everyone Loves Atticus

Really he is not being strangled. This is a form of affection here in Casa Fisher-Gaytan-Garcia-Salzer. It's a cultural thing. You love something = you strangle it.

Don't call PETA on us or try this at home.

Hot as &^%$

It's been a very warm weekend here in Guadalajara. It's in the 90's and we are all dead tired and slow from the heat. However, despite the lethargy brought on by the heat we were pretty social this weekend. Friday night we went to Dr. Hugo's house. He was my literature instructor as well as Gwyn and Sarita's back in the day. His wife cooked up a storm Friday evening and we had the best flautas, enchiladas and papas con chile dish ever. Really, it was that good. Afterwards, she served up some flan type dish that isn't flan, but tastes like flan, but again isn't flan. Patricia and Hugo said what we ate was, let's say, a close cousin of flan. So we called the dessert "primo" (cousin) and "tio" (uncle) all night.

It's always fun hanging out with La Familia Medrano. We basically joked around a lot, and drank wine, beer and tequila with his family (boy can his 8 year old drink - just kidding) then headed home close to 1AM. Hugo and Patricia's oldest daughter is dating a future bartender / DJ. He mixed us some Tequila completos as well as put on U2 for us (or as he called it old rock - I thought, great old rock for old people). Through the eyes of an 18 year old we were definitely an older, uncool, Madonna, Rickie Martin lovin' crowd (at least this applies to Sarita and I since we were the most vocal). He had a Madonna CD, but frowned and said it was his mother's. Sarita and I told him we loved Madonna and he sort of looked at us in disgust. Daniel and Gwyn followed with vocal protests of disgust. We are used to it, said shut up, begged to get our Madonna on, but there was a veto in the room.

Hugo was kind enough to give Sarita a copy of his dissertation (500 pages). He encouraged her to continue writing and to keep at it. It was really sweet of him to do that. It took him 4 years to complete. UR. Then he gave us signed copies of his book. We were so impressed and grateful.

Our next Medrano outing: They have invited us all out to a swimming club in Chapala.

Pic 1: The fantastic meal
Pic 2: Hugo and Patricia
Pic 3: US indulging
Pic 4: Paola (daughter) Claudio (boyfriend, DJ and bartender), Havala (youngest daughter. So cute).

Well, actuallly I did the delete the blog

It's been a he said, she said situation today only it's Monica said and Monica said. That's much worse.

So, it turns out I did in fact delete my blog site. I received a nice e-mail from a Blogger employee who recovered the website and changed the url a bit since chilicatinla had been taken (I began recreating my mess of a site). So, it's my fault and I take back all the bad things I wrote about Blogger/Google.

They do love. They give good love.

Regular Day in Guadalajara

Gwyn and I went to the Casa Museo Orozco and what we found is that the museum doesn't actually display any of Orozco's work. The building is where he lived and worked in the 40's. They were showing work by 3 artists. The first and my favorite artist is Benito Zamora. He had some very intereting work; I think some playful codice pieces - VACA was my favorite. Then there was Luis Valsoto's work and he had a piece called Adam and Eve, and Homenaje a Jalisco which was very cool. It showed sombrero's, dogs and men in the street using a 3 dimensional angle so it looked as if the sleepy characters were moving towards you.

I actually don't remember the 3rd artists work that well. It was kind of cheezy, 80's half naked girl and unicorn, horse, water themed work. Not my style.

Anyway it really was nice space with great lightening to showcase art. After about 25 minutes, they kicked us out of the museum so Gwyn and I had a beer by the arches and then took photos of Guad.

Didn't delete blog, just changed url name

DUH!
All is back to normal and our site is back. I didn't delete it afterall. Wow. What I did do is change the URL name. Honestly I don't know when or how I did this. I'm blaming it all on the medication and my ear ache. I'm blaming it on the heat and the cockroaches. Well, ok, it is my fault.

Anyway I'm happy. I thought I would have to update photos and deal with the organization of the site.

Le Blog is Back

Hi All,

So this is the new and improved Monica and Daniel blog site. Earlier this week, I inadvertently deleted the original chilicatinla. The blog entries are sort of all over the place ( completely out of order) Gwyn helped me find cached files online so I basically cut and pasted everything you see below. I will add photos soon.

So, what did we do this week?
1. I deleted our blog
2. I contacted google help and wrote them an email to no avail
3. I posted anxious hysterical e-mails to the google forum site and some fellow googler's told me my site could only be recoverd with the help of a google/blogger employee. No such luck.
4. I sent an e-mail to blogger support to no avail
5 I barely slept this week because of the heat. It's low 90's here.
6. I was attacked by mosquitos
7. I saw the two largest cockroaches ever to walk the face of the earth yesterday. I screamed and jumped on the couch. Sarita screamed and tossed a magazine over the cockroach. eek.
8. I sent google/blogger another e-mail to no avail
9. I dreamt that the cockroaches were eating me alive and didn't sleep well.
10. I checked the google/blogger forum board to see if anyone from blogger had responded. The answer is no.
11. Daniel killed another cockroach in our bathroom. It was bigger than the other two. We now have the drains plugged with pieces of Daniel's old t-shirt.
12. I went to the doctors for my ear because it began hurting me again. He told me I didn't have an infection but that I do have really bad allergies. He prescribed 4 medications for me to take over the course of 1 month.
13. No google. No blogger. No love.
14. I wait, I wait. Still no blogger. Ear hurts.
15. Heat. Guadalajara dry heat.
16. More cockroaches.

And now, a new blog. So this is about it. Really, nothing much has happened except that I have no faith in blogger support, and I am paranoid that a cockroach is going to walk all over me in the middle of the night. My ear still hurts a bit but I think I'll live. I've just leaned not to update the blog while on medication.

Mellow weekend

It's been a fairly mellow weekend. I've had an ear infection for the last few days so the antibiotics have kept me at a pretty mellow pace. Overall I'm just tired and wiped out. I slept a good 11 hours last night and I'm still tired. Tomorrow is my first antibiotic free day. I hope my energy level kicks in.

All in the house is well. Daniel has been writing a lot of code and a political paper for his class. Sarita finished her 2nd chapter (yea), Gwyn has been getting new and interesting web clients and Atticus is trying to start a romantic relationship wtih Jose (Gwyn's friend). I saw it in person. Whatever it is Jose has, Atticus wants. wuff.

Today Gwyn, Daniel and I went to the baratillo which is a flea market/swap meet type of thing. The Sunday baratillo takes up at least a miles radius worth of the city for the purpose of selling interesting items such as faux channel make up, used stuffed animals, old singer sewing machines, olivia newton jon work-out video from the 80's (plus other like that) and bruce lee posters. You can also buy lap tops, TV's, stereo's, shoes, pants, gold jewelry and our favorite DVD's. We actually went with the intention of purchasing the 4th Season of Sex and the City for S. Sin embargo, we couldn't find the stand with just TV episodes. In the end, I ended up purchasing the Prestige for 20 pesos. Daniel bought some battery charger thing. Gwyn didn't come home with any goods. I saw a few white IPODs for sale and wondered if it any were mine. After all this excitement, it was medication time for me and more rest.

Gotta run. It's yet again, sleepy time for me. These antibiotics are wiping me out...

McDonald's - el automac

Yesterday I drive us to McDonald's and placed my first ever fast food order in Spanish. Here's what I learned:
A combo meal is called a McTrio at Micky D's (big mac, fries, coca cola lite).
A milkshake is called a malteada. I ordered dos malteadas de chocolate and uno de vanilla.

Gwyn and Sarita cheered me on as I confidently ordered 4 Trio's with malteadas. I even asked for more catsup! I even made Atticus proud. He barked with glee!

Atticus is Sarita and Gwyn's dog from California. He flew doggie first class (he was drugged up) with Mexicana airlines 2 weeks ago and I think he has completely adjusted to life in Mexico. He's definitely a happy dog (or he is still feeling the tranquilizers).

Back in Guadalajara

This was a lost week. Daniel and I arrived in Guadalajara last Sunday night to a BBQ awaiting us from G and S. It was so nice. We drank some of the Mezcal we purchased in Oaxaca and pulled out our shopping goodies. We were really tired from the whole trip. Driving from Guadlajara to Oaxaca was a very very very long drive. It was so beautiful and scenic but long nonetheless exhausting.

Our last 2 days were spent in Taxco and Morelia. Taxco is jewelry shopping heaven. Seriously, there is store after store of silver this, silver that. I was in heaven. Unfortunately Mr. D does not like to shop so we only roamed the streets of Taxco for 2 hours or so before heading to Morelia. While Daniel liked Taxco's urban street plan (a series of tiny tiny cobblestone streets winding through the mountain) he did not appreciate the markets or the shopping. It's insane! I loved it. I'm really glad we had a chance to see Taxco. It's really cool (not just for the shopping) but for the urban city planning and all the white taxi's that buzz through the streets. We arrived Friday night and Taxco was full of crazy Catholics that head there for Semana Santa because on Thursday they actually crucify someone. We missed that part, and also almost a place to stay. Every hotel was booked. The owner of the Loma Linda hotel let us stay in a room across the street from his house. We were grateful that he took us in. ARound midnight we hired a taxi to take us to the nearest OXXO for some beer and crackers. We were hungry and it was dark and we didn't know where to go. It took us about 9 hours to get to TAXCO from Oaxaca. So when we finally did find a place to sleep, it was beer, crackers then sleep. Our room was clean and basic and had at least cold water. I had towels and soap so it was fine. Really, we are thankful for the room. Otherwise we would have slept in the car.
Photos are of Taxco.

Monte Alban

Monte Alban was really impressive. It is located 15 minutes outside the city center. Once you get there, it's a zoo. There are tour buses, and tourists from all over the world. The information office offers English, Italian and German guides for a small fee. Daniel and I walked it solo. It is an impressive and well preserved site. It's also huge. You can imagine how powerful a site it once was for the Zapotec and Aztec societies that once roamed and ruled this area. We read that the city had slowly evolved over 5 phases. The site itself is about 1,800 years old. If ever you make it to Oaxaca, this is a must see! There are a few wow moments when you get to the top of the ruins.

Milta - ruins

Milta - As explained to us it is was an important religious center for the Zapotecs (for which there is still an active community in Oaxaca). The ruins are located smack in the middle of a small city. It was fun to walk around and explore the site. There were many small passage ways (at least small for us) where Daniel and I were on our hands and knees to get through a door way. These ruins were definitely intended for small, petite, size 2, no taller than 5'2 people. At least this was the case for where the excavated tombs were located.

After we checked out the ruins, we were starving. We sat down a taco puesto and had us some tacos with frijoles and avacados. After that, we went to a Mezcal factory where we were able to try many many flavors of mezcal. They had try the drink with slices of organges, chocoloate and worm salt. Interesting and tasty.

Daniel and I bought 3 liters worth with the intention of sharing with Andy, Gwyn and Sarita (at least that is what we told them). :>

The tree of life in the village of El Tule

So we took a tour and they took us to El Tule where there is are a bunch of shops and a big ass tree. El Arbol del Tule is supposed to be the widest tree in the world. It's about 190 feet wide and 137 feet high.

It's a big tree. It's huge. There is a very nice garden in the area. Other than that there isn't much to say...It was really hot and we, like a bunch of other tourists took photos of the tree and stared at it.

More Oaxaca

Oaxaca by far takes the crown. It's amazing. Here you have this gorgeous city nestled in the Sierra Madre mountains. Tourism has been really slow here since the protests late last year. Many Oaxacans have told us how bad it was and how awful it has been for local business. The US Consulate still has a warning not to be here for safety reasons but honestly - it's fine. We haven't encountered any unsafe experiences. The people are SO friendly and helpful. It is so interesting to hear the Zapotec language mingled in with Spanish. The colors, the people, the mountains, the big fluffy cumulus clouds that cover the city make Oaxaca a really really beautiful, amazing and different place to visit. Plus, the food is freaking out of this world and the city, despite signs of recent unrest is clean and strikingly beautiful.

Oaxacan hair cut!

Daniel will post soon - as soon as he gets over his hair cut. I don't think it's that bad. Sure, there are a few bald spots on his head, but they give him "additional" character. I told him that he looks dangerous, scary, bi-polar crazy. What's wrong with a few random bald spots?

He's not buying it.

WOW Oaxaca

Last night we got caught up in another storm. We were minding our own business eating mole then these dark, black clouds just covered the city. They was scary looking. Depite the crazy clouds and rain, Oaxaca is beautiful.