Photo Journal

Sunday's plan was to head out with Daniel, Cornelio and the new trainee, Pino, to visit Santa Cruz Tacahua where a local band and municipal garden were being inaugurated. The trip took most of the day--and in the end we weren't able to hear the band play, as 3 of the 11 musicians were in a car accident. However, the journey out there was unbelievably beautiful as I came to know the mountain pueblos south and east of Tlaxiaco. I will leave you then, with pictures from the trek. It's so frustrating when they can't capture the colors and scale that the eye perceives. At least you'll get an idea...

I started the early morning with a cup of hot atole with sugar and cinnamon, a bag full of fresh bread, and some light reading.

The road to Chilcatongo, the birthplace of the current, much-hated governor of Oaxaca.

The municipal building in Santa Cruz Tacahua, our final destination. Unfortunately, the band, nor the garden inauguration were present--but we did get a nice tour of the area, compete with ancient, crumbling-stone church.




Just when we crested one hill, the early morning clouds rolling down it like waves, the landscape opened up into this ocean of mountains. Woah, I think is the word.

The colors on this one turned out just right. If only the rest of the photos would conspire to come out the same!