MEXICO

After approximately 96 hours in transit I arrived in Oaxaca. Understandably tired, attempts to speak more than the most basic spanish that first night were futile. I went to sleep.

It's been four days and I feel like I'm already settling in. The hardest thing at the moment (apart from spanish) is remembering the names of my whole extended family and all their friends (I must have already met at least 30 to 40 people.) Even today, I was caught out at the market when a woman approached me, obviously knowing who I was and I didn't have the faintest idea. She had to explain who she was. Awkward

Things to remember so far:

- Discussing globalisation in spanish is hilarious. To translate our group's conversation to English would go something like this:
"Globalisation is happening currently. It is important. I think that globalisation is forever changing." (for an hour)
Other conversation hours included Sport, Systems of education and extraordinary travel experiences
- Andrea, my five year old honorary cousin, tells the most obvious lies to Matthew (my american housemate) and I purely to tease us for our lack of spanish.
- Last night there was a hardcore band playing in the park, remarkably similar scenario to somewhere in Byron. Harry and I thought it was hilarious
- Pork fat tastes suprisingly good with beans and cheese on a tortilla
- Playing triival pursuit in Spanish isn't that much harder than in English.
 - Ali definitely didn't kill a pack of wolves to survive in Siberia.
- Improving at a second language is definitely detrimental to your ability to speak your fluent language.
- Oaxaca is definitely a city worth living in.