The trip home and the earthquake beforehand
On my way back home
8-8 Sunday 8:45 am, Mexico DF Airport
It looks more like the United States here in the airport, but it still smells like Mexico. Someday they must really get their sewer problems under control.
So far so good. I got picked up by the colectivo van at 6:05 a.m. I was stuffed into the van with 7 other people and a ton of luggage.
I got to ride shotgun and see Oaxaca in the early morning dark, with just a few cars and a few people walking along the roadsides.
At one place there was a wood fire along the side of the road and it looked so eerie there burning with no one around.
Standing in line at the airport check-in in Oaxaca, I was surrounded by a typically Oaxacan scene - people with luggage made of cardboard boxes with clever rope handles, tiny grandmas in dresses with embroidered aprons over them, ribbons braided in their long hair.
Yesterday morning at about 6:30 a.m., we had an earthquake, a fairly strong one.
It shook everything with a deep rumble. It lasted about 1 minute. I got up and grabbed my pants and stood in the doorway. Gabriel came out and asked if I was ok.
I was so happy I could use the verb tense "habia" - I said "Nunca habia sentido un terremoto!" - I had never felt an earthquake before. I had to leave my home in California to feel one, pretty ironic.
Gabriel said it was about 5.5 on the "Richter" scale. Those German words give Spanish-speakers fits to pronounce!
8-8 Sunday 8:45 am, Mexico DF Airport
It looks more like the United States here in the airport, but it still smells like Mexico. Someday they must really get their sewer problems under control.
So far so good. I got picked up by the colectivo van at 6:05 a.m. I was stuffed into the van with 7 other people and a ton of luggage.
I got to ride shotgun and see Oaxaca in the early morning dark, with just a few cars and a few people walking along the roadsides.
At one place there was a wood fire along the side of the road and it looked so eerie there burning with no one around.
Standing in line at the airport check-in in Oaxaca, I was surrounded by a typically Oaxacan scene - people with luggage made of cardboard boxes with clever rope handles, tiny grandmas in dresses with embroidered aprons over them, ribbons braided in their long hair.
Yesterday morning at about 6:30 a.m., we had an earthquake, a fairly strong one.
It shook everything with a deep rumble. It lasted about 1 minute. I got up and grabbed my pants and stood in the doorway. Gabriel came out and asked if I was ok.
I was so happy I could use the verb tense "habia" - I said "Nunca habia sentido un terremoto!" - I had never felt an earthquake before. I had to leave my home in California to feel one, pretty ironic.
Gabriel said it was about 5.5 on the "Richter" scale. Those German words give Spanish-speakers fits to pronounce!
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