Our home away from home in Oaxaca for 3 weeks – our casa and our colourful hood.

As I’ve mentioned before we quite inadvertently arrived in the midst of the build-up to the Guelaguetza festival – which is meant supposedly to focus on the last two Mondays in July – the Mondays of fierce regional dancing and musical competition– but it seems to be going on all of the time, and I mean all of the time. Most mornings are kicked off with fire crackers at 6am accompanied by church bells and barking dogs. Some wake up call. As I write at 6pm, the crackers are again going CRACKERS!!! We’ve noticed the locals and visitors seems to enjoy a late night and a sleep in, so they’re either used to the crackers going off at all hours or they’re truly dead to the world, exhausted by the manic exuberance of the whole event.