Sunday, November 18, 2007

Peliculas de Las Calaveras ...

After all the talk of "El Charro de las Calaveras" while in Oaxaca, had to set Tivo to see if I might be able to see the film for myself. No such luck yet, but did watch "Las Calaveras del Terror" tonight. '

Must watch more of the Mexican Western/Adventure/Mystery/Horror genre! Oh, yeah, need to post some more Oaxaca tales, too.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Oaxaca Tales ...

It's been a week since I returned home from Oaxaca. Sure, I thought maybe I'd blog while in Mexico but, once I arrived, the experiences trumped all else and the thought of typing blog posts vanished. So, I'll try to capture some of the memories in written form over the next few days.

Traveling to Oaxaca

So starts the hours of travel ...

SJC: I started the journey with an 8pm shuttle flight from San Jose to LAX on Thursday so that I could catch the LAX redeye and, ultimately get in to Oaxaca first thing Friday morning.

LAX: Sitting in the deli bar at the International Terminal at LAX outside gate 121, '70s radio lending to the flashback feel - KC & the Sunshine Band's 'Boogie Man' playing while I take in a cheese pizza for my 11pm dinner. I met some other Oaxaca-bound artists, Syd & Sue, at the gate. As we chatted, Syd remembered my radio piece Stephanie Lee's Plaster Architecture class at Artfest this year. Felt nice to have a piece remembered.

MEXICO CITY: Now I remember how much I hate flying through Mexico City. It's always chaotic. This time, thanks to misdirection through immigration, instead of simply turning around and re-boarding our flight to Oaxaca, Syd, Sue & I ended up in the main terminal. A porter offered to help us with our bags and lead us to the domestic boarding area. Unfortunately, we no longer had full boarding passes - just the stubs from our original flight (same flight number continued to Oaxaca). 90 minutes later, passports flying, new boarding passes in hand and multiple trips running back and forth to find a security gate that would let us through, we arrived at our gate at the exact departure time. The one woman remaining at the gate shook her head, no. Our porter started talking quickly, sweaty and out of breath from carting our bags back-and-forth. The woman got on the radio, asked for our papers, and I happily paid the porter in $US dollars as we boarded the plane. He earned it. We would have definitely missed the flight had it not been for him.

OAXACA: Arrived at 8:00 am on Friday morning. Let the relaxation begin ...

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