Author: David Taylor

     The arrival of the Snowbirds from Canada, Norte Americanos, and the rise in tourism from all over the cold parts of the world.  Helen, Hannah, Sonya and I all spent yesterday going on a tour Helen arranged to see the effects of Micro Lending on a small scale to help give people an opportunity to move ahead on their own doing what they enjoy…with responsibility and reward…or failure.

HANNAH, SONYA, HELEN

 The Micro Lending for the most part has been a boon and a success by offering small loans to people with little or no collateral.  Yes there are interest rates that vary, loan sharks, bogus companies, fraud and out and out theft.  Yet that was growth in a new industry that opened up opportunities for personal improvement as well as opportunity for fraud.  Now it seems to have improved.
     I really enjoyed the day.  10 of us and our two Micro Lending Reps from the NPO that does this.  Non Profit can mean a lot…I don’t know how anything can survive without profit.  Money profit, food, benefits, opportunity, education, experience, all  is profit.  Some reap huge cuts off the top in Administrative fees and that is my objection…along with Corporate Correctional Facilities (PRISONS for PROFIT)..Privatizing our Water Supply, Taxing Food or Medicine, Tax Free Churches, the whole Electoral System, our War Machine, Teacher Tenure, etc…GMOs,STOP!!! 

OUR GUIDE FROM AUSTRALIA…KIM AND THE WEAVER

      So anyway…we got to visit the businesses and they were all in the home.  The community prospered and Micro Lending paid a small part…how much I’m not sure but it was a benefit.  The families benefited also from shared responsibility in making a success and being proud of their craft and accomplishments.  The children stood right up with the parents and grandparents as equals and assuming some necessary role in the completion of their product , whether it be intricately woven rugs, embroidered aprons, purses, jewelery made from silk worm cocoons, or making Mescal.

     When we had finished the visitations of the businesses,  lunch was served.   We returned around 4-5 pm exhausted and retired early.  

HELEN HELPING ADRIANNA FROM “EAST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN”

DAVID SUCKING UP WITH THE SENORITAS

SUNDAY

Sonya and Hannah left for another tour that would take them to Mitla…another Temple that was shared by two civilizations that lived together. The Zapotec and Mixtec????

Helen and I had coffee in the center at a new Cafe Brujula .  It was more convenient and quality was great but the seats were uncomfortable and it lost it’s intimacy with all the “street tourists”.  I realized I left my wallet home so we returned after having got bus tickets back to Mexico City for Helen and the girls. After finding my wallet, I was happy just to be home …so stayed there.  Got to get a ticket for Chris to visit in February…had it today but didn’t have the info necessary to book it.  Lecture tomorrow. 

The activities in the Library are filling up the month’s itinerary.  Lectures, movies, tours and trips.  This Saturday I’m visiting a village where Micro Lending has assisted the poor families to enable them to have a business.  Monday a lecture on Haciendas in Oaxaca, Tuesday a lecture on the Spanish Inquisition and how it effected Mexico, etc. etc.

MEXICAN STREET LIGHT

One evening I stopped at Vino y Tapas that Richard recommended, to try the place. I had their house wine and a camebert tapas and a serrano ham tapas…both were good and reasonably priced

DID I FORGET TO MENTION THE TRUFFLE

      I went to Richards this morning to play dominoes. He was out front waiting and nobody else showed up so suggested we cancel the day.  Richard has a beautiful rooftop apartment with 2 bedrooms, true bathrooms and a full Cucina. We both went over to the library and played with our computers. I left to pick up my laundry, then  returned home and had some soup for dinner.

       Saturday I met Zoey, another Couchsurfer and world traveler, at the Zocalo. We had coffee together.  I haven’t seen Zoe in a couple of months. This gave us the chance to talk about our travels. Darcy stop by and joined us for a pitcher of beer. It was a nice morning but now it was afternoon. I excused myself then returned home to make a new batch of chicken soup. Richard had emailed me and invited me to dinner at at 6:30.

CHRISTMAS WAS STILL IN THE AIR…BUT NOT FOR LONG

GATO ROUGE..STILL SERVING GREAT COFFEE AND FOOD

     I joined him at Biznaga for dinner then Casa Oaxaca for nice Spanish Guitar music before last call at a close by Bar that recently changed ownership.  I took a taxi home.  The driver said the residents of Oaxaca always want the government to do for them referring to the Occupation of the Zocalo. We passed teens practicing dancing in the park at 10 pm on a Saturday night with no Chaperone’s, police, security, parents, drugs…just having fun.  That is something you don’t see much of in the USA.

ALSO STILL AROUND AND READY FOR ???

    I’ve been trying to schedule a trip out of Oaxaca to visit other states in Mexico. Complaining to a friend, he replied, “There are worse things than not being able to get out of Paradise!”

ALSO STILL AROUND..CHRISTMAS, NEW YEARS AND WEDDINGS ARE A BIG DEAL NOW…CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHY THE PINK LIMO?  GAY MARRIAGE?

ANOTHER WEDDING NEXT YEAR?  GOT TO TAKE THE DOG WITH HIM.

     The library has been closed a few days due to the holidays. Richard invited me to play pool but I was moving out of Yagul condo and into my Casita Studio so Tere, my landlady could prepare for Helen’s arrival. It took me three hours to pack then unpack just 30 feet away.  Tere gave Helen a new bed in place of the fold out wreck of a couch I had been using when I surf the net. That is good because I had promised my pillow top for my bed to her but now set it up in my Casita.  My first night I woke with back ache so Tere said she would turn the mattress over and if that didn’t work, replace it.

WHILE WAITING TO MEET HELEN FOR LUNCH..THIS GUY CAME UP, LAID DOWN ON THE STONE WALL AND WENT TO SLEEP AND I’M COMPLAINING ABOUT MY MATTRESS.

     
   Helen arrived that same night at Las Mariposa B and B with her two grandchildren Hannah and Sonya for two nights before moving. We had lunch yesterday at Quinque then the girls took off exploring and Helen and I walked our separate ways home.

  It was early New Years Eve and I retired early to wake at midnight with the fireworks in the neighborhood.  I woke this morning to NO water.  New Year’s Day and Helen is moving over, I have no water, a sink full of dirty dishes, and we are all going to brunch in two hours?

     We will bus or taxi to the Chef’s house in the North of Oaxaca for a “feast” so I’ve been told?  Richard will join us there as it is a short walk for him.
      We ended up taking a taxi.  Our driver worked 5 1/2 years in Northern California, spoke great English and only charged us 50 Pesos…$3.50..yes we tipped him.  The house was a multi-million dollar mansion owned by a gay couple.  He was a Chef from France and he was a businessman of sort that I think was from Holland.  They were great Hosts. Most of the house was blocked off to keep the 80 people from wandering.  They did open the gardens for us and I got to take some photos of the bathroom Art…the little I saw of the house was unbelievable collection of Art and great modern architecture. The food and company were also great.  Nice New Year’s Day feast.

NICE BATHROOM

           The day before Christmas, I was having my coffee when I heard a knock on my door.  The maid wanted to clean…I was still in my underwear, no shower, etc.  It didn’t occur to me that she would be working that day. After a quick shower, I was out the door.  I walked into town and stopped for breakfast at Cafe Ciela then stopped at the information booth to find out about Christmas eve activities.  I was told the processions from the different churches to the Zocalo started around 6 pm and ended around 8 pm.

HOP ON DAVID

    I returned home, waited until around 5:30 then returned for the processions.  It was very quiet and now the Zocalo was rid of the Radish displays and tables it seemed empty.

     Walking up to the Santa Domingo Basilica to see what was going on, I encountered a small procession heading for the Zocalo.

That was it?  I didn’t feel like waiting around until 8 pm hoping to see some religious statues being carried around with a band behind.  On the way home I noticed a large flatbed truck pass going toward the center with decorations like a Rose Parade Float??  There was no one on it but I wasn’t going to go all the way back based on a supposition so went home.
    I did note the fireworks going off all night sounded like an attack…but I knew the difference.  Just like the night before the TET Offensive in Saigon…except they were real bombs.

CHRISTMAS DAY

           I heard about Verde’s Requiem Mass being played and sung in the churches so decided to attend Mass at the Santa Domingo.

CHRISTMAS AT THE BASCILICA

The streets were empty when I left at 10:30.  There were hardly any buses and I walked to the church, only to find it 1/3 full.  I guess the  big deal was Midnight Mass?
      Chuck, my retired lawyer friend from Louisiana, was passing the hat in a very dapper suit and tie.  I had to look twice to make sure it was he. When Mass let out, we walked out together and he explained the big deal was last night.  The processions were like a Mardi Gras parade filmed by Fellini.  The Zocalo was packed and everyone was singing, dancing, eating, drinking and having a big party…without me.
       Well I put it on the calendar for next year and stopped at the Zocalo and had breakfast with Darcy who was just finishing his. Some Mormon singers were Christmas Caroling and recruiting new converts.

He invited me to join him at his sister’s house for an all day Christmas Party with drinks and food.  I declined and opted for a quiet day at home.

MONDAY
Javier had been waiting for his tenant to move out to a two bedroom not far from here, so he could show it to me.  Monday I walked over and met him at the address and liked it BUT only two very large windows which gave lots of light but when it gets hot, there would be no cross ventilation to cool down with a fan…and the bathroom was down the hall from my bedroom.

 I liked the kitchen and living room and as he was giving me a ride home I told him to keep me in mind for anything down the road.  He worked in an office, his wife was a school teacher and father in law born and living in Oaxaca all his life.  He spoke very good English too. Passed an Egg Store…only sells EGGS!

MEXICO CONSUMES MORE EGGS THAN ANY COUNTRY IN THE WORLD

      He dropped me not far from the library and I contributed to the orphanage and bought Luis a new pair of shoes…then returned home.

  TUESDAY
The big day…The opening of the festival isn’t until around 5 pm when the Prize winners are chosen and the world shows up.  I met a young lady this afternoon that came here from Chicago with her husband for the first time…JUST to see the Radish Festival.  This is a big event.  She told me they were setting up the displays while many were finishing there creations and being judged while they worked at the Zocalo.
     While walked to the Zocalo I stopped in Labasita Square to photo an Art a Thon.

GRANDMA MOSES?

     I went down to see how they were setting this huge event up in anticipation of thousands of people that walk around the perimeter of the park on a ramp looking down at the displays while the creators spray water on them and make adjustment.  The judging and awards are over at that point and the winners are being interviewed by news crews.

I took some photos and bought some Rotisserie Chicken for Christmas  and returned home.

     There was a concert with the TUNA (Historical Groups of Tunas…troubadours that formed to entertain for money in order to pay for the University.) It is like a fraternity and many stay with the group until they die. The Tunas come from different areas of the world but most if not all are Latin.  It originated at Salamanca University in Spain. This Tuna group toured 17 different countries throughout Europe.  Each patch on their Tunic..Cape is a country they played at or a University       .TUNA
       My goal was to attend the 6 pm concert then take pictures at the Radish Festival but not to stand in line and walk the ramp.  I had to walk by on my way to Santa Domingo for the concert.  The crowds were enormous.  The traffic was gridlocked and police were everywhere.  They surrounded the ramp with a barricade to keep it organized.  There was no charge but only so many were allowed on the ramp…so there was one entrance and one exit after you did the perimeter of the park.
      I  past the zocalo and was half way to the Santa Domingo when a TUNA came down from there and passed me going to the Zocalo…whoa…excuse me TUNA aren’t you going the wrong direction.

         Christopher, informed me that I was going the wrong direction and they were playing at the other Church just along side of the Zocalo in 10 minutes.  We walked back together and exchanged info…he lives and was born in Oaxaca.  He has two children and he traveled the world with the Oaxacan TUNA he belonged to.  His parents live in La Jolla California and he has been to San Diego many times visiting them.
      I stayed for the beginning of the concert and a choir doing Christmas songs that I didn’t recognized but everyone in the audience was singing along. The TUNA are an entertainers and interact with each other as well as the audience.The Tuna
TUNA too          Tuna has a CHOIR    and Christopher sings too   

     I tried to get photos of the serpentine lines and winded out to the street and back 10 times…it was just a mass of people standing for hours and hours to get to the entrance.

 Security would wait until the ramp was clear enough and then let 20 people at a time on to it. The Governor of Oaxaca showed up with his wife and were getting the VIP treatment with 15-20 Secret Service with earphones and looking like robots…looking…looking.

 The police were stationed every 6 feet along the entire barricade.  Riot gear with everyone in bullet proof vests and packing pistols to automatic weapons.  SPA Special Police Agents also were working with the Secret Service and were all around the Governor.  I tried to get close when he was shaking hands and doing photo opts with children on the ramp, but could not get a look or a photo.  He caused the line to slow but wasn’t going to miss the publicity…he did the whole show!

     I was exhausted so sat in the Cafe with some wine , Serrano ham from Spain, and Melon while watching the world go by.

 I slept well that night….others didn’t….      Missing 43       y  Determination?    

       Night of the Radishes   Read all about it.  I went looking for some Radishes but NADA?  
        I decided to have lunch at Quenque…good cooks and a great BBQ Pork meal.

My friend Peter said the Radish Festival was always in the Zocalo but that had been occupied by Vendors, Protesting Teachers, and squatters since I arrived October 28th after the Missing 43 students.  Not anymore! I stopped to see. Most of the vendors are being removed…only the Protesting Teachers seem to still be there in Sierra Trail tents…all the same model..must of got a good price on them.  Now I can visit the Zocalo and enjoy the park as it was meant to be.  As for the Radishes…I’ll keep you posted.

DOCTOR Z ON THE DRUMS…ER…BOX? Took a photo tour during the break …

BREAK FOR A JOINT

BIG BIRD …..OF PARADISE

 I had a Charcoal Grilled Mexican Hamburgesa then Richard and I decided to split a Pizza at the Tres Bistro.  We could find out what was going on with the Zocalo and the Radish Festival too. There was a huge neighborhood Festival going on at the Solidad Church after we left the party.
      Prices at one of EX favorites, Tres Bistro, went up….last meal there.  The Zocalo was cleaned up except for the Tents and Protesting school teacher and the tables were being set up to surround the park for the Radish Festival displays.  We split and each returned home.  If you want to hear the band:

    Where is David…playing Dominoes!  That was Thursday.  The beginning of the week was do nothing.

       I responded to a notice in the library newsletter for Mexican Train Domino’s players. I was one of three and the organizer Richard.

     Richard was from Canton Ohio but when the recession hit, his company went under with a lot of others and he found himself starting a new career in NYC in the hospitality field.  After years of that, he went into business for himself selling Central American Folk Art he would pick up on trips to Guatemala and Mexico in his VW Bus.  He then graduated to  silver, gems, jewelery and started traveling to Thailand, Tuscon Gem show, etc.  He retired a few years back  and bought a house in San  Miguel Allende but after three years of cold he rented the house and now is settling into Oaxaca.

      A lady who married a Mexican, joined us.  Her husband, had been out of the US too long to qualify to apply for a Visa under Obama’s new program, so he and his wife moved from North Carolina to Mexico so she could be with him.  A long time resident and homeowner in Oaxaca also joined us and the four of us started our domino game that lasted 5 hours. It was different and fun but not sure I’m going  to stick with this.

      Richard and I stopped for a drink and a seafood cocktail on the way home.

HARD TO SEE THE OAXACAN BASEBALL PLAYERS? Click below to see : SANTA DANCE ON THE WAY HOME

      Friday I decided to have another special dinner at Pititona, a very nice restaurant.

YES…THAT IS A FREEBEE SNACK SERVED ON A BRICK

 I ended up with just a glass of wine and Ceviche.

SHRIMP IN SPICED MARINADE WITH CORN NUTS (BREAK A TOOTH) PEANUTS, WATERMELON WITH CHILI GELATIN ON TOP

     Still hungary, I walked over to Biznaga for last call and a Tlyuda to go for later.

                                                    CHILDREN PREFORMING

     I was heading home when I passed a Children’s event so videoed that before encountering another orchestra playing.
                                             NO SPANISH MUSIC HERE
         I sat down net to Eric from Michigan. He married a Mexican lady and they were in Mexico  for the holidays with there two children.  He is a Photographer and speaks Spanish along with his bilingual family.  We exchanged cards, took some photos and then we both left.
       I stopped at my Mescal bar where they were singing Mexican Karaoke before ended the evening
                                         VISITING MY PARISH CHURCH
 It was Friday night the week before Christmas and the city was packed.  Mostly Christmas parties everywhere with live music, lots of fun and food.

I had no intention of buying any thing but was curious when I entered the crowded library only 10 minutes after they opened.  Homemade Brownie jumped into my mouth before I could say no.  Then there was a box of Greeting and post cards in English that I threw in an old Suitcase I thought would be handy to store my stuff while I’m gone.  So I returned home rather then walk around lugging a suitcase all day.
    I took the bus to Nuevo Mundo for a Sunday Breakfast Buffet then stopped to watch some dancers before returning home.

LOVE THE MATCHING BOOGIE BOARD, COCA COLA COOLER AND BEACH HAT

     November went fast but December is like wildfire.  The Oaxacan Calender reads like a book with so many events happening everyday that I don’t have time to read it all.  I just go and stop at the events as I encounter them.  Crowded buses and streets can be a hassle.  Cab fares go up 10 pesos…70 cents.  Yesterday I spent on a tour. 

I ASSUME THE PRESIDENT IS NOT POPULAR NOW! WONDER WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I PUT UP SOMETHING SIMILAR IN PHOENIX DURING THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION…WITH BUSH’S NAME?

     Today I went to the library but everyone was tearing it down and setting up for the Bazaar Domingo.  I gave Adrianna, the Hefe, a gift for Nancy and Mari from Marjorie in the states for Christmas.  100 Pesos each.  They are two young girls that Marjorie met when volunteering at the library on her visit here.
       I made some copies next door of weather in Belize, Guatemala, Nicaragua, and the Yucatan.  Hoping to visit all of them and Uruguay if possible…if I can leave Oaxaca. There was a Maestro Mescal Tasting with local Oaxacan makers of Mescal merchandising there product.

 Also a Children’s something or other just setting up for the weekend.  Carol and David, that was with our group on the Yagul hike, walked in front of my camera.  They just came from another market that I had yet to visit.

        I went on to a Photo Exhibit then, after, I stopped for lunch at Nuevo Mundo when a man approached me and asked if I was American.  I was just ready to check my email, read my newspaper and play SUDOKU when he invited himself to join me. Well OK. 

      Boris was a rare book collector on his 9th trip to Oaxaca or for sure..C.A and S.A., from California-Seattle area.  Each time he studies Spanish and takes some courses.  He is here for a month.  We tried a little Intercambrio in Spanish but my hearing in this outdoor Cafe made it impossible. We exchanged cards when Steve showed with his wife Virginia from Seattle.  He was with me on the tour yesterday and used to come to Phoenix for the Baseball Training to vacation.  We all chatted a bit then I left to check out the bakery I frequented last year. 

          It was the best and I wanted to see if it was still in business.  YES and much nicer.

They added Chocolate Delicacies! I bought some Croissants then on to pick up my laundry…$1.80 and return home for a short rest before heading for the parade. While trying to take a photo of the Church on the way home, my neighbors from Alaska walked by on their way to celebrate their…I think 30th Anniversary.

They return to Sun City Monday. 
       I relaxed and regrouped then departed around 5:30 for the 6 p.m. parade from Santa Domingo to San Pablo Cultural Center.  

I knew it would be a big deal but not sure what it was.  I assumed a religious procession?  No.  

First parade was the Oaxacan Chihuahua Club all with Santa Hats on including the Chihuahua dogs!  Then Alaskan Huskies? or Malamutes.  Following that was the band,ladies with lamps, and the head was led by a man carrying the equivalent of a entire trunk of a tree like the Scots do on Highland Fest.

Not a religious fest but a chocolate celebration of Cacao.  Along the parade route were reps giving away chocolate milk they blended in a milkshake mixer.  Then when you arrived, there were displays promoting Chocolate and Cacao bean.  Quite educational but not at all what I expected.  

      I walked home reflecting on the evening.  I stopped at a Mescal bar close to my house.    I laid 100 pesos on the bar for the house Mescal…1 1/2 oz. and went the bathroom. (the main reason I stopped) .  When I came out there was no change but like everywhere except America , it is rude to pay in advance…you pay when your done.  I sipped my drink then asked for change…no mas por favor…he looked , handed me my change and said, ” Maybe a little?” I tipped him 10 pesos for another shot and a slice of orange and walked out a return customer!
     I arrived home having bumped into 6 people I knew and met two new ones in a day.  That’s better than Phoenix and it’s getting to be the norm.  Every one of the 5 Churches I passed had a wedding  I tried stopping into a new restaurant in my neighborhood but they said it was a private party.  I looked in the back and they were set up for a huge lawn party with a stage for at least 400 guests…I recognized the pink limo from one of the church weddings.  Can’t wait for tomorrow.

Dropped the wedding party off but the stretch limo couldn’t make the corner so had to keep going. 

          The maid arrived so I headed for Sam’s Club to buy a gallon of Carlo Rossi for $15.  They didn’t have pickles, asparagus, Crocs, Christmas or Birthday Cards, or drinking glasses.  I was happy until I caught the wrong bus and ended up in the center of town carrying a gallon of wine around.  I took a taxi the short distance and he requested 50 Pesos…30 is the price but we settled for 40.  There goes all my savings from going to Sam’s Club.

Restaurante Typical

     This afternoon I left to attend a lecture by the Blogger I follow in :  

 View from Casita Colibri 

…Shannon Sheppard and her sometimes sidekick Christopher Stowens who also has a blog:       Oaxacanyear. 

The Danza de la Plume is a story of the Conquest of Mexico by the Spanish.  The Dance originated in 1930 and there are different Danza de la Plumes from different villages…maybe 15-20.  The dancers come from the Pueblo and pay for their own costume…$5000 average..and commit to 3 years, the end of which a whole new dance group is picked and the cycle starts over. Friday, I will go to one of the villages to see a performance.  Last year I saw the different groups get together and perform as one. Each is a bit different than another, music, dance steps, costumes, but the story is the same.  
     I stopped in Llano Park where it was being transformed to celebrate Our Lady of Guadalupe Celebration.  Carnival and festive atmosphere.

  Thursday:      I finished shopping today but still no Crocs or Christmas Cards.  Off to watch the Russian Ballet performance of the Nutcracker Suite at the Opera. 
      That was the plan but on the bus I realized I left my camera, tablet, Mi Pad, Kindle, etc…back at the Hacienda…so passed up the Ballet (saw them perform one last year) …truthfully I was tired and after eating, I would fall asleep before the intermission.  Then there were two art gallery openings (in my neighborhood) a lecture on corn but another on The Yanhuitlan Codice- Complete after 3 Centuries…now that interested me.  History that goes back 2-3,ooo years that was written in carved stone .   A language where symbols NOT letters were the way to communicate and just now, after 300 years since the discovery of this documented history, we find out what it SAYS.  Like having to wait 300 for the Freedom of Information Act to disclose the truth…of what happened 2-3000 years ago.  The Spanish Conquerors destroyed all but 3 or 4 of the Codices.  They were the key to interpreting the Symbols carved in stone.
       I returned to the Tres Bistro at the Zocalo for the first time in a couple weeks.  My view from the balcony, had I remembered my camera would have shown an Indian Shaman cleansing people, one after another all evening …for a fee and tips from the crowd.  Wearing a headdress made from Palm fronds and naked from the waist with a straw skirt…blowing Sage from a smoldered bouquet he waved around he upright person, while shaking a gourd and chanting something.  Then he would pull on her arms or crack her neck, massage her neck…or his neck..like a masseuse.  
     I finished a nice salad then some Croquettes while washing it all down with a 1/2 liter of Red wine.  Their 1/2 liter when filled , equalled 3/4 liter or a full bottle of wine.  I struggled to get up after paying then noticed my neighbors back in La Noria…a couple of Tacoma , Washington fishermen that spent the last thirty years on Kodiak Island in Alaska, fishing for Diver Scallops and King Crab.  He had mocular degeneration and both lived in Sun City, Arizona.  They traveled around Mexico and have a son in England they will visit this summer.  I had coffee, we exchanged cards and said our goodbyes…they return to Phoenix Monday but may return to Oaxaca next year.
       When I arrived home, my Mexican neighbors were leaving their home with their 5 children to be blessed at the church.  It was dark and they all carried lit candles and formed a procession on the way to church.  Thanks to View from Casita Colibri: 

 Guadalupe

    I promise to take my camera Friday on my tour and lunch to see the Danza de la Plume for the second time BUT at their village this time.

Montezuma and Cortez’s Concubine

Cortez’s Interpreter being photographed by Shannon Sheppard

Chris filming Cortez’s Concubine

American Citizen from Orange County..also direct descendant from this village Teotitlan and a Zapotec.  He was chosen to be a dancer so accepted a Three year required position. He flies back and forth to do the average 4 performances a year with his village dance group. He speaks fluent English, Spanish and Zapotec.

Our Host serving..Mescal

Dyes made with Cochineal insect parasite of Cacti