Actually, it's March 7th and I'm on the plane from Mexico City to LA. I arrived in Oaxaca last Tuesday with my new friend, Marie, from Denmark. This trip has been the first time Julio has seen me with or interacting with friends. For two years most of my interactions have been in Spanish and with his Spanish speaking friends who rarely attempt to speak with me and my bad Spanish. Marie and I tried most of our conversations in bad Spanish so Julio didn't feel excluded but that wasn't always possible. I'm excited to say my Spanish is better than a few people's that I met this trip. In fact two of my new Australian friends (also arrived in Oaxaca the same day as Marie and I) were impressed with my translations skills when Julio was with us. Yesterday Julio and I took the bus from Oaxaca to Mexico City. Of course the 2nd class bus that should have taken 6 hours took 8. We checked in to the 180 pesos (currently around $10) a night hooker hotel and went strai