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Here is my view from my homestay.

The HotelPrincipal lobby where we stayed the first night. Im staying here again on my way out.

The hotel room.

First night Fiesta

This is the fiesta that was happening in the Zocolo my first night in Oaxaca. The pictures are not clear but I thought it would show the energy of the crowd.

La Casa del buen Samatario

On thursday of last week, we visited an organization that was, in english, called The house of the good Samartian. This was an eye opening experience. We learned a little about the program, a place where migrants traveling both away and to home, were able to rest for 3 days with food provide for them. The house was wedged into a little downtown area behind a large grocery store. It had only two very small dorms that could each house about 8 men or women. We had the chance to talk to two migrants who were traveling from Nicerauga and Guatamala. The most eye opening thing was to hear about the dire straites that they were in at home. One had decided to find his way to Miami over the course of one night. He pick up and left at 4.30 in the Morning. Both men we talked to, had at some point so far in their trip to Oaxaca been robbed and beaten. Really eye opening.

More to come, and pictures!

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This is the view comming into Oaxaca. Lots of green this time of year. It also
means a fair bit of rain.

The bottom two pictures are of Santo Domingo. Santo Domingo is a church in
the center of Oaxaca and is often saught after as a prime location for weddings
of wealthy couples.

It is somwhat unusual for Mexican cities in that it is more beautiful than
the Cathedral that borders the Zocolo, or center square.

First Pictures

These are some traveling buds from my class. Sharron, Jessica, and Joshua.

Santo Domingo, a famous church in downtown Oaxaca.

The Cathedral, borders the Zocolo.

Arrival!

I arrived this morning about noon. The flights went pretty smoothly despite a 45 minute wait on the tarmac in Houston. I traveled with four other classmates the entire trip which made things a little less anxious.

I had the occasion to be duped by a 12 year old on my way over. Here is what happened.

I was loading onto my flight in Portland and came up to my seat. The kid and his grandma were in their appropiate seats, they were my only obstical to my great window seat, where I could look out my window, watch Portland fade away and lean my head against the wall and fall asleep. This is how I pictured it in my mind. This was supposed to be my flight.

Instead, the kid looks up and kinda stammered ´´Uh, um, my grandma and I were wondering if you would change seats with us.´´ I heasetated, I really wanted my window seat. It seemed like he got the message and looked down kinda dissapointed. ´´no, its alright´´ he says.
´´Uh, oh yeah OK´´ I respond fealing guilty that I would take this potential early developmental experience of sitting in a window seat on a plane, away from a kid.

Well what happened, the kid promptly slides over puts on some sleeping blinders and falls asleep before we even take off. He is a pro.