Saturday 13th October 2012
I spent most of the day at Alma’s house just lying in a hammack, reading books and studing Spanish.
On the evening Alma showed me how to get to the language school I will be starting at on Monday. It’s pretty easy to get there, just one bus, which I catch at the end of the road. After 20 minutes the bus drops me off a short walk from the language school.
It was a pretty interesting ride there. The bus we took there was basically a 12-seater mini bus with a door that the driver can open and close. People just jump on and take a seat, then when they’ve got their change out they pass it to someone who is sitting near the driver for them to pass to him. It gets pretty cosy in there, people don’t mind sqeezing into a small gap between total stangers. If someone fancies it, they can sit upfront with the driver too. A bus ride only costs just 6 pesos (about 35p), no matter how far you are travelling.
One thing I noticed on the journey was hand-painted road signs. There seems to be a lot of them around the city.
After Alma showed me where the school is, we took another bus to a park (I’m not sure of the name) where there were a load of market stalls with sellers from Oaxaca. They were selling food, clothes, and hand made stuff.
There was also what I assumed was a dance class, teaching dances from Oaxaca.