Half a story of Oaxaca

Okay, so so many crazy things have happened to me....by so many I mean to or three, but still....
I think I´ll start from back to front so it´ll be easier to remember, by back to front I mean my story starting at this moment back to the last time I posted, not the literal back to front thing I did last year...that was hard.
Before I start I want to say that I really love Oaxaca and I don´t really want to leave, although I do want to see Mexico City and get that picture of me in a sombrero with a burrito in one hand and a pineapple in the other (Although finding a burrito will be a difficult job.) At least three people now have threatened me into getting the photo. Did that sentince make sense? I think I´m forgetting English too, soon I´ll just be pointing and grunting in both langauges.
Anyways.
I changed my mind, I think Oaxaca is a beautiful city it it´s own way. Don´t call me a liar if you ever do go to Oaxaca, you need to get used to it, if you Stay in Oaxaca for 2 weeks and haven´t fallen in love with it you can call me a liar...but it would still be mean.

Yeah, that little shpeil was just the introduction, I know it´s trecherous, I can´t even read over what I write to edit it, Its agonizing.

So Last night there was a band in the Zocalo, They were called Las Siluetas, and they were really good, I think that spanish words just fit together better than in English, of course the English langauge just seems to have random words scatterd all over the place to make it sound right so I suppose thats not saying much. But either way, I have come to like Mexican music so much better then anything in Usa.
I was actually able to understand a lot of the music, even if it´s because also all they were saying is ´raise your hands´, I was still happy about that.
At the end it got a little weird because this drunk person came up and started dancing with me, I actually didn´t relize how weird it was untill he offered me something to drink, I´m not sure if it´s more creepy that he thought I was that much older or that he tried to dance with me, although it´s not all bad, I learned a few dance moves, and had an excuse not to talk my gringo spanish because the music was pretty loud. Although I did end up deciding to go back to Andy and Dawn when that happened.

Early that day we went to the museum, it was interesting, although it was big (14 rooms at least) so I didn´t really get to everything, we got an english audio tape and listened to it, although all the stuff that really interested me didn´t have any audio for it (Shows how strange my interests are.) The only thing I really learned was that the people made gold figures using wax, and that what they eat symbolized what rank they were, and after the Spanish conquered (I think it was after, I wasn´t really paying attention to dates) the size of the bell you had symbolized how powerful you were, and then these people threatened to take the bells away which would be insulting to someone, but I didn´t really figure out who because I turned it off when I saw this great clock. Of course there were no audio things about it. Go figure.


Okay So I lied when I said I am going to do back to front, I think I´ll do a more......Go figure style. And just hop around a lot.
So after the museum I got a traditional Oaxacan shirt that is very green... but it could also be blue.

And I really regretted wearing it, because Andy and I walked up the hill to this statium thing, and on the way down we ran into a fence (Not my fault, I did tell Andy we shouldn´t take that way) that I wanted to clumb under so badly, but Noooooooo, and WHY? Because my shirt was to nice. That's like not letting someone eat for 2 hours after they brush their teeth, another word for it is torture. (This is a dad who has never woried about me killing my nice cloths.......granted I have never HAD any nice clothes, but still, why start worrying now?)
Then we found this great tree to climb, and I stupidly found a way around the fence, and even more stupidly, I pointed it out, so I wasn´t allowed to climb the tree. Because I had a nice shirt on, Eh, enough ranting, I still had fun....I think.
So I think one of the reasons I love Oaxaca so much (Besides the great people and nice vibe, blahblahblah) Is the music and the chocolate, I mean....if anyone tells you any kind of chocolate is the best, and it´s not Oaxacan chocolate, they are wrong. No, it´s not my opinion, it´s just a fact that I happen to agree with. (because Oaxacan chocolate is the best, and it´s another fact that anyone who has it will agree) So, the music, I think I´m becoming addicted to Oaxacan music, during one of my lost sprees in the Zocolo one night, I wasn´t that much of a rush to get home ( I never am, thats why I´m lost in the first place. Although the one time I ended up half way across the city was when I didn´t want to be lost, but thats a story for another time....maybe after this.)
And I wanted to stop and listen to music, but there wasn´t any, so I started panicing (It could have also been that the Zocolo always has music so I was worryed I wasn´t in the zocolo....) I think I actually walked around the Zocalo 5 times (That could have also been because I was lost I suppose...) Then music started and I was relaxed again, but never fear, I have a CD of Oaxacan music, So I´m all set for Rochester.
So I suppose I lied again, I´m not going to tell the story about winding up all the was across the city today, maybe later, I want to get to the spanish school and play some solitare......or maybe I won't and Í´ll just slack off, say thats why I´m going and play some Impossible quiz on addicting games. Eh, I´ll leave it to your imagination, and if you don´t have one then write the options on a peice of paper and close your eyes and pick one....or just don´t worry about it since its not all that important...that would work too...