Arriving in Mexico

What a long day...

As I began my long day of travel to Oaxaca, I found myself feeling homesick and wondering why I was even going in the first place. I was still sick and run down from my three weeks in China. Part of me just wanted to be home, but as they day went on, a few things picked up my spirits.

First, I asked at the United desk in the LA airport for directions to my gate (LA was a hassle, but Mexico City was a million times worse). Anyway, she happened to be from Mexico...´´Oh my dear, Oaxaca, you are going to love it, the food is amazing, and...´´ she gave me the pep talk I needed.

Then, while waiting to board in LA, I started a conversation with a nice Chinese family. They were Taiwanese, living in the US, and headed to mainland China for the first time with their kids (flying through Mexico city?). I managed to tell them in Chinese that I had been to China (Wo qu le Zhongguo) being very careful not to tell them that I ATE Chine (Wo chi le Zhongguo). Very easy to confuse. Anyway they were really nice, thrilled by my Chinese, even looked at my photo album. They cheered me up and were very excited to hear of my plans in Mexico.

And of course, the closer I got, the more my adventurer´s spirit got the best of me, and by the time I landed in Oaxaca I was pretty excited to be here. I managed to make it to my host familiy's house by taxi colectivo, and thankfully they sent my straight to bed (it was 11:30).