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My stomach wasn’t feeling settled that morning. I assume that had something to do with the mezcal, but also, I hadn’t slept well, and probably one or two other factors. So we went out walking. That neighborhood had a lot of murals and street art. Somewhere along the way we crossed paths with a guy selling bakery, so I bought a four-pack of little loaves. One of those was a good breakfast. The rest turned out to be great for supplemental breakfasts, including the day I flew out, when I had no time for an actual breakfast.
We drove up to Monte Albán, where the Zapotec temple complex ruins are, at the top of a mountain. There were quite a few of the classic Central American pyramids. We spent about an hour and a half there, and it wasn't very crowded. It was a sunny, cloudless day, and I got a bit of sunburn.
Afterward we went to the next hill over, to see if there was any chance we could see the other ruins that were being excavated. We could not. But then we kept going on that road, to see where it led. It led to a little town where we stopped to look at a church. Not too exciting, but it was something to look at. The road had come out there pretty straight, and when Dave checked the map he saw that it continued in the same direction. He had been hoping it would lead to someplace that would lead back to the city, so we turned around and went back toward the city.
After getting home, we wandered back uptown. Went through the markets, went in another church. Then back to Dave's and we sat on the roof with the expats. Eric (the Wisconsinite) got his guitar out and sang a few tunes. Went up the street for tortas, then called it a night.
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We drove up to Monte Albán, where the Zapotec temple complex ruins are, at the top of a mountain. There were quite a few of the classic Central American pyramids. We spent about an hour and a half there, and it wasn't very crowded. It was a sunny, cloudless day, and I got a bit of sunburn.
Afterward we went to the next hill over, to see if there was any chance we could see the other ruins that were being excavated. We could not. But then we kept going on that road, to see where it led. It led to a little town where we stopped to look at a church. Not too exciting, but it was something to look at. The road had come out there pretty straight, and when Dave checked the map he saw that it continued in the same direction. He had been hoping it would lead to someplace that would lead back to the city, so we turned around and went back toward the city.
After getting home, we wandered back uptown. Went through the markets, went in another church. Then back to Dave's and we sat on the roof with the expats. Eric (the Wisconsinite) got his guitar out and sang a few tunes. Went up the street for tortas, then called it a night.
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