Last day in Mexico city and now onto Oaxaca.

ola!
Only two days since i wrote last and already a lot to say. There has been a lot of rain here unfortunately but thankfully today seems to be a clear day so far. We have befriended an italian and a frechman in Mexico city, which are very nice. Salvatore (the italian) speaks a small bit of english (which makes me upset that i don{t know italian) and travelled with us to Oaxaca. And MAthieu the frenchman speaks english well (which is frustratin because i COULD actually speak french to him but i don{t need to...) eh well.... We are all here in Oaxca and MAthieu has plans for our evening. We have met alot of nice people here and Steve has made friends to travel with beyond his time with us.

We left MExico city yesterday on a 6 hour bus ride here to Oaxaca. The bus ride then turned into 8 hours because of flooding! We made it through and arrived in Oaxaca which is a rather large city with a lot of colonial inspiration and a beautiful city center (el Zoccolo) where we had taco and beers last night whiel listening to a band. I am told that they have live music in the Zocoolo every night under the gazeebo so i am looking forward to taht.

Before we left Mexico City i did manage to get to The Freida Kahlo museum (Casa Azure) which was the house her father built and she lived and died in. There was a nice selection of her work as well as her painting supplies and the furniture that enable her to paint while she suffered from injuries to her back. The house was very beautiful all painted blue with large walls surrounding the exterior to form a variety of courtyards and gardens.

We took the metro to Freidas house and that in itself was insane. I nearly lost Dustin and Steve since the subway doors were closing and they were on the other side. They managed to force the doors to stay open and we all made it in the same car. I don{t think the locals were too impressed once we all entered and Steve simply said OLA! ahahha we tried to use the metro to return since it costs about 20 cents. We made it to about 3 stops from our hostel and when it came tim eto transfer trains we realized that we were not in toronto anymore and that to face to face squishing of our rush hour does not compare to the 3 o}clock squish to Mexico City. Old ladies were yelling to let them on and this huge bellied guy was trying to shove his but into the car leaving only his belly to be squished my the doors. We stood there for a while and quickly understood it was abetter option to navigate our way back on street level.


Dustin ,Salvatore and Steve further ahead.


WE DID IT!!! WE ATE STREET MEAT AND SURVIVED!!!! This is Dustin preping his goods.



Garden courtyard at Freida Kahlo s house. At the top of the stairs through that doorway is her bed in which a mirror was attatched to the upper canopy so that she could paint herself while lying on her back.


Blue walls in Freida}s Casa Azura (Blue house).


Picture i took this afternoon in Oaxaca. Festival in the Zoccolo. Beautiful colours!


talk soon,
linds