estoy aqui, estoy contenda

I am here and I am glad and the days have passed now with only two more to sink into my skin. After the moments that your yearn to remember in the future, I prepare to write. I gaze at the computer screen and hesitate, and then I walk outside to see the morning skies and practice my Spanish. To enjoy the day before it rains in the evening! as it does every evening. We take off our shoes and we count, and we say ready and then go to run on our bare tippy toes through the rivered streets. whaling, whaling! are we waking those who sleep? I watched the rain fall through the small open door as I watched Mozart's "Magic Flute" in a long theatre under what looks like an old part of an aqueduct. walking under the arch to find Bryce and Chucho under an umbrella. We go eat our corn I had prepared for! cheesey, mayonaise, boiled ear with chili pepper and lime. yumm yumm as all the specialties. spicy beer, spicy, spicy (which I would've enjoyed more if a drunken man wasn't yelling "Oaxaca city! you like, my queen?"
We walk to see posters littered the walls of graffiti. a paint splotted multicolored of eyes. Later to meet the artist at the Oaxacan Painters Museum. He explains the "process" of his creations as to connect the young people of the city, like us walking the streets with the exhibitions simultaneously walking in the neatly laid museum walls.
Today. warm chocolate with dipped fresh sugar bread. and to a graphic arts museum and for tacos and warm rice spice milk. To listen to jazz perhaps and tomorrow a fresh, organic market and much dancing dancing to catch up on before my departure.
we hope we can reach the airport as election for city governor has initiated street blockades by protesters. we will know if I make it home on the 3rd of July, 2010. Like 2006, there is much to protest, and many people who join.
still enjoying the vibrancy and newness and difference. To attempt a recoiling of it all in the keepings for later stories.