Desarrollándose como los sueños espeluznante que de vez en cuando he sufrido, paseo una y otra vez en los camiones rodeando por la cuidad. Al subir, es muy probable que me pierda ese día, las calles angostas me paralizan y son esos momentos cuando el mecanismo móvil de mucha gente, se dirige a entrelazar un baile rítmico con sus otros compañeros. Pero son las imágenes intensas, explotando los colores de los edificios y la gente, que me desatan a un mareo. Y aunque me esfuerce tanto para voltear mi cabeza hacia otro sitio, nunca logro girar la mirada de los vidrios opacos. Traicionada por mi obsesión de ver, me dejo caer en mi asiento y acepto la derrota como todas las otras veces. Respiro profundamente y me pierdo.
My days have thus far been filled with countless searches for apartments and if it isn’t asking too much I would prefer a nice garden in a complex. This would be more than enough to keep me sane betweeen the massive blocks of cement. I’m tired of all the dust and the uncleanness of this metropolis but I do find some comfort in the explosion of colors.
It´s not to say that I was never fond of La Cuidad de Oaxaca. I appreciate the diverse culture the city has to offer, but I only wish it were done on a smaller scale. Come to think of it I’m not much of a city person. I prefer small towns like Tlaxiaco or my parents’ village San Jose Zaragoza, where I can clearly see the trees and grass. I like to be surrounded with nature that is not too far from my grasp, but all I see around me are inanimate objects.
I will say that one of the few indulgences I receive from the city is the nightlife; I don’t even have to go into el centro to enjoy it. Standing on my cousin’s second floor porch provides more visual galore to my eyes than I can handle. The city lights sparkle for miles away and I lavish in all the excitement before I retire to the darkness of my room.
Among the natives, I am a onlooker, and I don’t exactly fit in with the tourists and their REI backpacking equipment. My Spanish passes me off as a regular Mexican, but my appearance gives it away that I’m not from the area. As if my struggle with all the other aspects of my identity wasn’t enough, I must now try to unravel and experience what I am in Oaxaca. Especially since I am a perceived differently in the city and in the village.
The first few days in Oaxaca have been exhausting and although I am homesick at times, this is for the best. I’m here and I will be staying for a while.
Ora pues,
Jazmin aka Super Chencha fyi La Kakimoto mnlop
