Journals from Oaxaca, Mexico
2011-05-30 The Last Week
My host family and I at the little birthday party they threw for me
Our last week in Oaxaca was bittersweet, to say the least. I celebrated my 21st birthday---kind of. We were in the middle of writing term papers and had our Archaeology final that day, but the group still made the best of it. We really have become a family and I’ll treasure the friendships I’ve made with them the rest of my life. The last three of us who had held out on trying Chapulines (crickets---a local snack, it’s legend that you cannot return to Oaxaca unless you eat them) went ahead and had some. It wasn’t that bad. Wouldn’t necessarily do it again, though.
My host family was SO sweet and held a party for me the Sunday before I left. They had a cake with candles, had bought me a few precious little gifts, and sang to be the Mexican happy birthday song, which is called “Las Mañanitas” and is absolutely beautiful.
We spent a lot of time with our Oaxacan friends, and ate as much of the delicious local food as we could. We also finished up with our workshop classes, this time with dancing instead of cooking. The dance class was too much fun; everyone had a good time with it. We learned some pretty sweet Salsa moves, as well as some Bachata and Merengue steps.
We went on our last field trip, to a place right outside of the city called Zaachila where we visited an archaeological site and the local market. The night before we left to go back to the U.S. there was a thunderstorm and a small earthquake. I think it was Oaxaca sending us off with a bang.