Had an awesome weekend.
Took the bus to San Sebastion de Las Grutas.
Got dropped off into town. Meandered my way into town and found the office. A nice man walked to me the Senoras house who manages the cabins. She and her daughter walked me up the road and then along the river up to the cabins. It was a beautiful place. Green, rolling, velvety hills. There were about 1,200 people in the village but spread all over the valley. They live in thatched houses with small fields of maiz and beans. Nice people. Always greeting each other with Buenos Dias, Tardes, etc. I was the only gringo yet again. There was a group of school kids from Oaxaca and a family from Guadalajara. I talked with a lady from Guadalajara and she explained how everything works at the caves to me. I waited a while for the guide, chilling by the waterfall and kicking the soccer ball back to the kids everytime it came my way. The guide took me and a group of other Oaxacans up into the caves. It was trippy. Lots of bats, the sounds of rushing water, there was an underground river. The guide pointed out all the interesting formations and took us into multiple rooms and through tunnels. We exited through a hole in the mountain that gave us a great view of the valley. We all walked back down and the group offered me and the guide food and drink and later birthday cake to celebrate someones birthday. They were some nice people. Asked me a lot of questions and made me feel very ungringo. I rested a bit outside on my patio, watched the sunset and the full moon rise. Later that night a truck load of people from the town showed up to open another cabins for three bikers from OAxaca that showed up late. Four dudes came over and talked to me. They were dudes. The guide was there too. It was awesome and dissapointing at the same time. Awesome because I had nice people around who wanted to talk to me. But dissappointing because it is hard to have really indepth, interesting conversations. But I´m not complaining because life is great. The next day I woke up, packed up and headed into town. Returned me key and headed down the highway. The road is dirt and follows the river down the valley towards the main highway. I walked about 5 miles before the bus passes and it took me all the way back to Oaxaca.

That night I went to two parties with my family. The first was a surprise birthday party for some random dude . There was a trio playing and we ate amazing food wrapped in banana leave. Free tequila too.
The other party was at a cousins house. We just chilled and ate more. Im always eating

Today I played in my second soccer game. I kicked some ass. It felt good to use my magic and fly by everyone. I did let a goal in though. It kinda lost us the game . Oops. But no one was there to help me. It was 2 on 1 plus the goalie. I cant describe the feeling of being the only gringo with lots of people watching on the sidelines and letting a goal in. Thats life though. I met a guy that is learning english in the same school im studying at. Hopefully we can be buddies.

Of I forgot to tell about Independance day. We had dinner at a house for women from some towns around Oaxaca that come to further thier education. Many of them had to abandom thier familys in order to go to highschool because there is no highschool in their towns. One girl lived in a town 14 hours by bus and then 5 hours walking through the jungle. Now she is studying Law. After dinner we walked to the Zocalo for the most intense fireworks show ever. They shoot the fireworks off really close to the ground so they explode over your head. It felt like Baghdad or something. There were thousands and thousands of people in the about a four block radius. Pure insanity. There were two band of opposite sides of the Zocalo. One playing salsa, cumbia, etc and the other rave music. Hmmm. Around the DJ people had cans of foam and basically it was a freefor all. I bought about 5 cans and spent and hour or two chasing mexican kids and tourists and getting plastered with foam. It was nuts. Nuts. I felt like I was 12. It was great. I got attack from all sides once by 6 year olds. My eyes stung and I lost a contact…but who cares.