The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo
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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

I like the reggae... uh, and you, too.

 
As I wandered the streets in search of the office where I could buy tickets for the upcoming Feria de los Moles  I took some street shots.  I took the extreme scenic route of a few miles, unintentionally.  I was a block away from my destination and asked someone where the place was and they promptly pointed my in a different direction.  The I asked some cops, a street sweeper, and several others and an hour and a half I was back where I started and found the place.  Success!!!  As they say in Spanish, "No digas nunca de este agua no beberé."
 
Still, it was a fun walk and I found some hidden graffiti gems that I will post mañana.  For now, it's balloon time.

1 comment:

Nightreading said...

Is there such a thing as GPS in a beautiful country Mexico? So there won't be a need to be sent to a wrong direction by strangers ;-))))

I also admire when a man is asking for directions without trying to figure it out by himself, and spend hours, and hours, and hours doing so...