My last days of Mexico

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Mexico part IV....the end.

So a quick follow up. After almost a week in Zipolite (ah!!....what joy it was to play with those waves) We packed our stuff and put them in the car, still kind of hang-over from the greatest dancing-drinking-going-out, night before. I had time enough to jump in to the ocean one last time and I was lucky enough to catch on last wave and say good by to Pacific.

One side of Oaxaca and........

We took the wining road to Oaxaca city but haven't reached our goal before dark so we  slept over in a pretty little place called San Juan Pacifico. By pure chance just out side our hotel there was a ritual called (...) that usually lasts three days.  We came on the second day of the ritual and Yesika joined the group that was performing the ritual. I on the other hand, stayed in room and watched tv.....jeah I know not really traveler like but the ritual was performed in Spanish so I couldn't really participate. Any way it turned out to be an amazing experience for Yesi an all the others, so I'll be sure to try it when my Spanish gets better.  (including the mushrom eating the next day that we both skipped)

...the other side of Oaxaca.

We continued  next day and visited Mont Alban. The city with the biggest pyramid in Mexico.

After the pyramid we hopped in to the car and drove strait 6h all the way to Tlaxcala to get some rest before the craziest night in Mexico. The Independence day!

That was, form what I heard form my hosts, one of the most silent and least crazy like Independence days ever. 

Next couple of days I was basically waiting for my trip back to San Francisco. A bit depressed, because it ment I would have to part with Yesi  and going back to my "normal" life.  Excited because I would see my family, friends, speak my language, and be back to my "normal" life in Austria .......it's kind of a love/hate relationship.

Our road trip car somwhere in the jungle.

After two days in San Francisco (that just made me fall in love with this city evan more) I headed back to Croatia. A log and unintresting flight, like any other when you are coming back form your vacations. Back to life back to reality.

San Francisco...I want to come back here!