Princeton to Oaxaca on Delay Airlines

Our plane took off an hour late; United had built in a 67 minute changeover in Houston. So we did the math and started with the usual United anxieties. As it turned out, the pilot made up 30 minutes of the delay and the flight to Oaxaca was…delayed. On the flight to Oaxaca I satContinue reading “Princeton to Oaxaca on Delay Airlines”

Monte Alban, again…and then Alebrijes!

We had a light breakfast in acknowledgment of the eating ahead, and met our guide and driver outside the hotel at 9. The guide was Riccardo, the same young man who had picked us up from the airport; the driver Raoul…both were delightful. The road to Monte Alban rises steeply from the valley floor; OaxacaContinue reading “Monte Alban, again…and then Alebrijes!”

You say Moreles, I’ll say Morales

Riccardo and a new driver, Omar, picked us up at 9 and we headed into the southern arm of the valley toward the lovely town of Ocotlan de Moreles. The town is named for a Mexican revolutionary hero; José María Morelos, who organized the struggle for independence from Spain. We had planned our visit onContinue reading “You say Moreles, I’ll say Morales”

In the Zapotec wayback machine

We got an earlier start in view of our early dinner reservation. The trusty Ricardo was there to pick us up at 8 AM. We headed east again, retracing our steps toward Mitla. First stop was one of the most famous trees in Latin America: El Tule, an enormous Montezuma Cypress in the lovey townContinue reading “In the Zapotec wayback machine”

Some of us travel home, and some of us…

After a troubled night of sleep before an early departure—this happens to us with increasing frequency—we rolled out of bed at 5 AM for a 7:45 AM flight. The otherwise seemingly Riccardo was nowhere to be seen at the agreed upon time of 5:30. But the cab called by the hotel instead was a goodContinue reading “Some of us travel home, and some of us…”