And so we went south. Six hours in a Mexican bus. Now, here we are right up against some misconceptions. Before I started traveling in Mexico the words "Mexican" and "Bus" meant "sitting on the back of an open truck on a crate of chickens." Wrong! Wrong! Ignorant Gringo! The bus system in Mexico is fantastic! Comfortable seats. Videos. Soft Drinks. A small sandwich! This is why I travel south!
We arrived in Oaxaca. The best light in Mexico fills one of the leafiest central squares. Pretty good cathedral even if the light fixtures are a bit iffy.
This town is home to one of the most elaborate Dominican Monasteries in the world. We spent hours wandering from room to room and then out into the open courtyards. The interior is so very excellent. Oaxaca is a university town so lots of life on the streets which we loved.
And of course, the food. And the churches. And the textiles. And the carvings. Whew!. Yes, there was a lot of culture, lots to see. And a lot to think about when I meet folks from Oaxaca. And there are a lot of them here in the USA.
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