Dog Bites and Bee Stings

My experience in Tijuana will be ending on Wednesday. I am leaving town, going to Oaxaca de Juarez, in the state of Oaxaca. That’s pronounced “wah-hahk-ah” I think. It’s sort of a hippie town probably filled with people “finding themselves” and getting cultured with Indigenous peoples. I’m excited to be going there. I hear the food is amazing and I hope to try some.

Tijuana provided me the opportunity to cross the border by walking and I really enjoyed that experience. Everything else was just hectic and a bit scary but generally okay. This hostel has been good to me. I’ve met people from Turkey, France, and Atlanta. Good people and good introductions and I wish them well. There is one guy who stays in my room of six beds and I think he’s been in bed for eighteen hours per day for the last three days. It’s sort of incredible. I said hi to him a couple times with no response. Also, my bed linen never got changed. It truly doesn’t bother me but seems odd that other beds in the room got changed and cleaned. Perhaps I have bad vibes. There will be more stories from Tijuana, I just have to take the time to write them properly. Onwards.