Adiós Oaxaca.
Up at 6:45 or so to the sound of the garbage men ringing their bell to let the neighborhood know they’re here. An interesting model of garbage collection. Although the day is set, with several collection days each week, some days for organic and some for inorganic, the time when they actually arrive, as well as their actual location, is uncertain and varies from day to day. Like I said, an interesting model of garbage collection.
Rachel was doing okay, but still in some discomfort and worried about her leg. Hopefully, by the time Carls leaves on Wednesday, and Carla will be going to the doctor with Rachel tomorrow, things will be clearer, and Rachel in better shape.
I got picked up by a friend of Fill’s around noon, and off to the airport I went. Adios, lovely and lively Oaxaca. 👋
After all was said and done, I had withdrawn just the right amount of cash from the ATM that first day I was here, and after paying the driver, Asarel, and buying a drink for the flight, I had just about 150 pesos left, about $7.
All went smoothly, and off we took, watching Oaxaca grow distant below and passing once again over the mountains of the Sierra Madre below. Now with snow, ice, and freezing weather over the east coast, the final question is whether I’ll get home tonight, or whether the next flight will get cancelled. What a way to end this really lovely trip.
All went smoothly on my two flights home to Bradley, in Hartford, where I was indeed welcomed late that night with freezing cold weather, and 2-3 inch slabs of ice and snow on my car. It took me a good 15 minutes to clean off my car, and another 10 minutes to back out of the parking lot, as my car had been iced in. But I made it, had an easy drive home, and hit the sack around 2 in the morning. A great visit to Oaxaca.
Muchas gracias y buenas noches.