I Moved To Oaxaca

Thursday, October 14, 2004

I'll just cut the fat and say that yesterday G-man and I gave our notice at school; we'll finish out the month teaching, then do some driving to visit some places in the Mixteca we haven't yet visited. After that, I'm driving back to San Francisco, and G will follow as soon as he feels he has the materials he needs for his book.

That's right! I'm heading home.


  • Woo-hooo!!!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:12 PM  

  • Well that is news.
    It will be good to see you guys again.
    -Brandon C

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:19 PM  

  • Hola, This is Silversard ... well, we will miss your journal. I think you gave it a good try. Let us know what you do next so we don't just wonder about you the rest of our lives!!


    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 7:21 PM  

  • As one who enjoys reading your entries (I have not read them all, but a fair number) and as one who visits Oaxaca regularly, I am just curious as to why you are returning to this messed up country right now. Did it turn out that living in Oaxaca presented too many obstacles or are you satiated? Oh well, keep writing.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:18 PM  

  • Well, lemme just say that every country is messed up in its own lovable way. And while I cringe whenever someone tries their Ahnold impersonation on me, the more I hear from my students, the happier I am that I'm not stuck here.

    Not that I don't love Oaxaca! I do, and every day I think of the things I'll miss. I love sweeping my patio in the morning when the air is cool and I can hear the children on the other side of the wall screaming while they play before the start of class. I love watching the jewel-colored hummingbirds and little seed-eaters and butterflies that come through the patio, or the lizards that make this cool cackling sound from their perches of invisibility. I love getting a filling, wholesome, home-cooked lunch for less than USD$2, or joking with Mr. Internet when G and I stay for an hour and a half. I love driving around Oax-town or the countryside on the dirt roads between villages and towns, looking at the fields (now filled with marigolds and cocks-comb for Day of the Dead), the roadside shrines with their lit candles and fresh flowers, giving people rides and chatting with them about Oaxaca and what we and they do.

    I love the clouds here. Oaxaca has great clouds, and a beautiful backdrop of mountains that can be amazing to look at in the afternoon, especially when it's raining high up but sunny on the valley floor. I love that driving, while chaotic, is cooperative, not competitive. Generally.

    But I feel hemmed in here. I just have not been able to be as active as I would like. And I think that that is causing my depression, which I have been unable to shake. Back home, now, I'd get a bout of depression about as often as I'd get a headache: once or twice a year, tops.

    So I will visit (I hope), I will yearn for a proper tlayuda, I will have to readjust to wearing socks all the time, but I gotta go. I HAVE to.

    By Blogger Bones, at 2:11 PM  

  • It's been too long since I've looked in on your blog... I got the news from overhearing Kara and Don in the dojo last night. Let me just say on behalf of those of us back here,
    see you soon...

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:30 AM  

  • After that photo of Don's toe, I don't know.

    By Blogger Bones, at 4:43 PM  

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