I just reread my long-ago prior post "Shakytown" and was struck by the nakedness of my words. Reading it was like watching myself undress. I found myself trying to consciously suppress my conditioned embarrassment. Real but uncomfortably revealing. On one hand I felt proud, or at least accepting, of who and what I am and have become and what I was trying to express in words. On the other I could feel the cold, critical, self-belittling voice, which I fear/know will always be in the background watching and judging. This push and pull's been going on for most of my life.
It felt good being around the ocean again but PV was way too crowded with tourists. Much preferred smaller beach areas like Playa Chacala and Yelapa. Here's a photo from our dinner table in PV
It was our third trip to Oaxaca. We've stayed in the same hotel each time.(Las Mariposas) It's starting to feel like a home away from home. The staff and the other guests are pretty much the same each year. It's friendly, comfortable, convenient, safe and cheap ($35/night). I bought an inexpensive Mexican nylon stringed guitar and played regularly with a guy from Connecticut who plays harmonica. Great fun. We even played a couple of times in the hotel's main courtyard for a group sing-a-long. Here's a picture of the courtyard looking through the front gate.