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© Laurel Burch

Our friend Jane, whose birthday is Christmas Eve day, had a Big One coming up and decided to celebrate by going somewhere new. Oaxaca, with its architectural beauty, local crafts, ancient ruins and colorful traditions was a place she'd always found intriguing.

She invited a few friends to join her and partner David, and that is how seven of us came to spend Dec 18-27, 2004, in one of Mexico's most lovely and charming cities.

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Everybody But Me at Santo Domingo: Linda, Robert, Jane, David, Suzy, Bob

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Saturday 18 December

Arrival in Oaxaca immediately puts you into a different mind set. There's something about walking off the plane down a set of stairs and across the tarmac, instead of down an antiseptic hallway into a terminal.

We go through immigration (one guy at a desk) and collect our luggage, then walk a few steps to the Traffic Light of Destiny. Push the button, and if it's green you go straight through; if it's red, your bags get inspected. I cannot think of another country where the customs procedures so perfectly express the national psyche: Fate will have its way with you.

I always make Bob push the button, on the theory that he is generally luckier than I am. Sure enough, we get the green light.

GETTING THERE
Most flights from the US require a plane change in Mexico City. The flights between Mexico City and Oaxaca are crowded and arrival of several flights can really jam up immigration, baggage claim, and customs in the tiny Oaxaca airport.

We take Continental, changing planes in Houston, then flying directly to Oaxaca. Ours is the only flight arriving at 9:30pm and we are on our way into town within a half hour (in a collectivo, a shuttle van that costs 27 pesos each, about US$2.50).

Tickets cost us $655 per person round trip from San Francisco, purchased in June for peak season travel in December.

Our B&B, La Casa de Mis Recuerdos, is on a residential street just a few blocks east of Santo Domingo. An older man lets us in and shows us to our room, tiny, but charming. He helps carry our bags, but won't accept a tip.

The next day I find out he is the patriarch of the house, the grandfather of Nora who, along with her husband, William, runs the B&B.


La Casa de Mis Recuerdos


The Verde Room: Swan Towels (photo by Robert Bloomberg)

By the time we get settled in and unpack it's 11:30 pm, but we decide to take a walk anyway. The evening is clear and cool enough for a jacket. It's a pleasant walk to the zocalo, passing many of the places we loved last time we were here. There are many people still out on the street and a half dozen bars, some with live music, seem to be hopping.
 
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