Showing posts with label Zocolo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zocolo. Show all posts

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Cemetary, Jazz, Birds...

It is Sunday now, I think I last wrote on Friday? About Thursday?  Anyway, I do know that I was just about to head out to the cemetery.  But before I start into that, I have some apartment updates.

We arrived and the two people I knew about, Alfredo, who runs the airbnb site, and his mother, Maria who runs the place, were not here.  A young women gave us our keys.  We got basically no info.  I assured C & J that they would come in and empty the garbage and change the beds.  But when I asked the Nina (as Maria calls her, I don't actually know her name) about garbage, she gave me a couple of bags and showed me where to put it.  It was starting to seem like a no-service situation.  We had to buy our own toilet paper. Carolyn & Joe took their sheets to the laundromat.  I didn't, not being particularly fastidious and willing to use my sheets for at least as week.

But I still wondered, since there was no broom, no mop, no cleaning supplies. It was all a mystery until today.  I went out early.  When I got back at around 1pm, C & J were gone and the Nina was in the apartment moving the double bed out and the two single beds in with the help of a couple of burly men.  Then she and Maria started cleaning.  I ate a quick lunch and then headed down to the Zocolo to meet C & J.  We got back hours later and La Nina was STILL cleaning.  This place is gleaming!!  So now we know, clean linens, clean house on Sundays.

Ok, back to Friday and the cemetery.  Not too much to say, just some photos.









There was a market set up outside of the cemetery so Joe and I replenished our cheese, fruit and veg supplies.  Home for a siesta before we headed out to a jazz recital Joe had found on Oaxaca Events website.  We didn't know what we were going to beyond some free live Jazz.  A bar?  An event hall? Nope, it was a library and the jazz band was a high school band.   But before we knew that, I had to relinquish my bag at the door, my bag with my camera.  I thought it was so people couldn't record. But as soon as the band started playing, a hundred phones and cameras whipped into the air.  So, sorry no photo from me.  Here is all I managed after the fact.  It was a cool venue with the books. And the band was pretty good, Joe assures me (jazz?).

Notice the hep young jazz crowd, all snapping fingers and blue rinses.
After that, we headed down Benito Juarez, a pedestrian street to find some dinner.  Mole #2 - Verde (green).


Here are some street shots:


Blind Accordionist
A puppet painting a chicken, of course.
(Just back.  I took a quick break to go pick up our rental car.  I made Joe come with me for moral support.  We are only 7 minutes away from the rental place but it is very close to downtown so I was a bit scared to drive in the city at night.  Thank god I have gotten somewhat familiar with the streets (getting lost does make one more familiar with more parts of the city!) because I could not read one street sign or find one arrow (every street here is one way).  We made it home alive.  The trickiest part was finding a parking space on our tiny cobblestone street.)

Back to our timeline.  Next morning C & J went on a bit of a hike up a hill nearby.  I went to downtown to buy some souvenirs because J & C are willing to bring back some back some bulky stuff and liquids for me.  I bought a Frida thing for Andrea as requested.  She will have to wait to see what she got.  Plus a kilo of coffee.  The guy used a candle to seal the bags so you know those are secure (not, one had opened before I even got home).



I also went to the post office, the market, the zocolo and a tourist shop or two.

The post office on a Saturday
 

Selling bubbles
More Chickens

 

It was hot out
(Another break for dinner, bacon, avocado, & cheese on tostadas!  Plus I finally got to use my scrubba.   Clothes are hanging, I will report on the results later.)

Another day of walking in the heat had worn me out.  C & J had hiked up the hill to visit the amphitheater (which Joe later read is to be avoided at all costs as it is a 'robber's haven' but apparently it has a nice view)  so they were pretty bagged too.  We had dinner in.  We had bought some black beans.  Carolyn, the (temporarily bacon eating) vegetarian, showed me how to cook them - soak, then boil.  They had been in the fridge for a couple of days so we had to figure out what to do with them after the soak/boil stage.  I threw them in the blender with some salsa, onion, garlic and salt and made as yet fried, refried beans which Carolyn then fried.  The beans on tostadas with tomato, chiapan cheese and more salsa.  SOOOO good.

Carolyn and I were fine to spend the rest of the night in, but restless Joe was ready for a walk to we all wandered over to Llanos park which is fairly close to home.  As we were walking along, a kids train passed us.  A TRAIN!!! (not a real train, but you take what you can get).  I was keen, Joe was willing, Carolyn, the only adult in the crowd, was not excited to wait to pay to then fold her adult body into a tiny train car built for tiny mexican children so she sensibly went home.  Joe and I hopped on the train.  And went round the park.  Fun!  Now as I remember, Joe and I were the only ones who had beer with dinner, this might explain some things...

Joe squished into our tiny train 

View from our 'window'
Ok, last bit.  I want to get this up to today because we are going on a mini-vacation tomorrow (to get away from our main vacation?) to the Tehuacan-Cuicatlan Biosphere Reserve in Puebla State, next to Oaxaca state.

While out walking, J & C had found a library.  This seems to be the place where the ex-pats get together.  They saw this sign and sent me a photo:

Umm, yes please.
So I got up at the crack of dawn on Sunday and met with the Oaxaca birders group.  Now, how's this for a coincidence.  My cousin Donnianne told me about 'Bird Talk' on NPR when I saw her the weekend before that I left.  I had never heard of it but it sounds lovely.  Well, one of the women on the walk is a professional birder who writes for Bird Talk.  I took her picture like a geeky fan.  She said I made her day with my request and story about my cousin who listens to her show.

Francis from NPR's Bird Talk
Of course, not being an idiot, I stuck to Francis and her super smart birdy friends.  We saw some good stuff.  A nighthawk, a woodpecker endemic to Oaxaca, a brown bird that got the pro birders super excited.  and a white hawk that no one could identify, not even Francis!  Here's some bad pictures of birds.

Who are you!!!???

Lesser Nighthawk

That grey blob on top of the cactus is a woodpecker, you just have to believe.

All round a good birding day.  I think we spotted around 25 species, some of which will definitely be new for me.

After that, I met J & C in the Zocalo when they were listening to a big band concert.  I arrived as the last note of the last song were fading across the square.

I arrived as they were clapping at the end
We went for dinner where I had Mole # 3 - Amarillo (Yellow),  not bad but I prefer the red, then green over yellow.

Not very appetizing looking but it tasted ok.
And here is some more street art to finish up,






Wednesday, January 23, 2019

getting here, day one - Zocolo, day two - walking and shopping

We made it without any catastrophes.  I lucked out in Vancouver when they called for people to check their carry on luggage.  So, I didn't have to lug my big backpack all over hell and half acres.  The overnight flight was a bit of a slog but it was fine. I watched Crazy Rich Asians followed by a couple of hours of gravol and free rum induced sleep.  Then a four hour layover in Mexico City, a quick hop to Oaxaca and a taxi to our apartment.

Waiting in Victoria Airport
Mexico City is so big, we flew over it forever before getting to the airport



Mexico city airport is FREEZING!

Flying into Oaxaca is beautiful, all rolling hills and farmland


We arrived at the apartment and it isn't quite as shown. Not bad but each room has a double bed instead of a double and two singles.  They'll change out the  beds when my new guests arrive.  I think the five apartments shown on airbnb are somewhat interchangeable.  You book Natalia but get Margarita (or whatever).

Then it was down to the business of setting up apartment.  First, water.  I bought a garafond from the family who run this place.  Then we went in search of groceries.  We found a market which of course here means tiny stalls and unrefrigerated meat.  We skipped the meat, I have to work Joe and Carolyn up to that level of Mexico, but we bought fruit & veggies (MANGOS!!!, AVOCADOS!!!), tortillas and some Oaxacan cheese.  And three kinds of fresh salsa.  And coffee.  

This is where we bought our fruit and veg. 
She never got off the phone the whole time.
Came back here for lunch.  I made quesadillas.  (Oaxacan cheese makes the best quesadillas).  And then we headed into downtown and the Zocolo which is the main square.  Even on a Tuesday at 4 in the afternoon, it was a busy place.  Lots of people selling stuff, food carts, restaurants, churches (of course).  Carolyn and Joe are not shoppers so hanging out with them is going to save me some money.  We wandered a bit and sat a bit.  But, no sleep the night before meant we were all pretty bagged so we headed home around 6.  



My rule is always, stay awake until 8pm in any new city, no matter the time zone or how onerous the trip. I may not have quite made it.  J & C went to bed at 7.  I went to bed around 7:45 and read.  I turned out my light at 7:58 but I don't think I was still awake at 8.  I think that still falls within the rule. 

I slept really well that night.  Our apartment is surprisingly not hot (I won't go so far as cool).  I woke up at 4am and ignored that and slept again until 7.  Nothing like a good 11 hours.

Eggs for breakfast.  Then I somehow convinced C & J to follow me to Chedraui.  Val and I used to love Chedraui (Supermarket) in Ciudad Del Carmen when we lived down there so I always look for an opportunity to visit one.  

I dutifully wrote down the directions and we headed out.  Regular readers of my travel blogs will know where this is going.  We walked and walked and never found the street we were supposed to turn on.  That, of course, did not stop me from turning on some random unmarked street.  C & J, being far more sensible than me, decided it was time for me to ask someone.  She looked at me like we were crazy, no Chedraui around here.  Next guy, nope, it's a million miles away.  

So, we ended up at another market, buying fruit from old ladies sitting on the ground - just like Safeway.  10 000 steps.

This lady was very nice.  When we bought avocados and garlic,
she said we just need lime to make guacamole (I think). 
I also managed to get some hanging meat - chorizo sausage
for our eggs which we forgot to buy
We went home.  Joe looked up the actual directions to Chedraui while we ate lunch.  I turned right when I should have turned left.  Pretty standard for me.  Joe was keen to try again.  He is looking for whiskey.  So, off we went again.  Carolyn, probably wisely, stayed home.

This time we made it.  Shopped a bit.  Bought some more food.  We should be set for a while.  Joe ended up buying his whiskey at OXXO so he didn't have to carry it so far.  Home again.  20 000 steps and an impressive sunburn on my ankles. 

A terrible picture of Chedraui (for Val)
After a wee siesta, we headed back to the Zocolo for dinner.  But it started raining fairly soon after we left so we ended up nipping into a coffee shop and having sandwiches for dinner. Not exactly the most exciting first restaurant meal in Mexico.  It stopped raining and we eventually made it downtown.  



We stopped and listened to a live band and watched the people dancing
Then C & J, having learned nothing over the last 12 hours, followed me to the Monte Alban ticket booth, down some dark and empty roads.  I'm sure Carolyn did not love that but, trooper that she is, she came along.  But the booth was closed.  We will just show up tomorrow and buy whatever is leaving next.  

Dark street

Selling drawings 
Joe and Carolyn in Oaxaca
Then I led the way home with only a minor, multiblock detour.  I tried to tell them to never trust my directions but either they didn't believe me or decided I was still better than nothing (wrong!).  We were literally standing next to our building and I said it's on the right.  But it was RIGHT there, on the LEFT.  I am pretty sure this has finally convinced Joe to take directional charge in all future endeavours.  30 000 steps.  

It is past bed time so just a last couple of thoughts.  My Spanish is getting us by.  I am falling right back into life living in Mexico.  I love it.  

Joe and Carolyn figured out how to turn on the hot water.  We all had a shower before that happened.  I was willing to just live with cold showers since that is just normal, but J & C assumed this was not normal and they were right.  

Tomorrow we head to Monte Alban.