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Life at Casa Mocha

Our new home in Puerto.

Date: 
Friday, April 15, 2016
User: 
Christi

We were so excited to start our long awaited lease at the new pad called "Casa Mocha", and paid for the first three months in advance. We got an amazing deal from the owner/landlord Luis, that we couldn't pass up. For only $450 a month we could stay in his amazing houses, get a deluxe breakfast every day, and have our clothes/room cleaned; it was too good to be true. The only way that this was possible, was because a woman had paid for three months in advance at $900, and decided to bail. Luis felt guilty for taking full price on the room, so we totally lucked out! We were warned however, that our room "Estrella", would not be available for a couple of weeks. So we'd have to settle for some of his others until it was ready. We didn't care; his places were ridiculous, and were all nice in their own way.

The first spot we moved into was called "Casa Azul", which was a humongous house right on the beach. We were shown to our room by a guy named David, who was pretty much Luis's right hand guy. The room was set up with flowers everywhere, and was absolutely immaculate. We were dumbfounded by what we had been given. There was also a fun common area with a pool, a large open kitchen, and hammocks up on top of a deck overlooking the ocean. When David left, I grabbed Nick in excitement, and threw him on the bed as we both screamed and laughed. We were like two giddy school kids that had access to their parent's summer home.

Since Casa Azul, we've been moved around to other rooms like "Estrella", "Tortuga", and "Bugambilia; always being shifted into an available spot that wasn't filled by Airbnb. It's not too bad; you just have to be open to the new space, and hope it's big enough for the two of you.

Just an side note on the space issue: I'll tell you something about what I've learned here; if you're not comfortable with your husband or wife seeing/hearing all of your personal moments, this place gets you used to it. In my early days of dating, I would never let any guy even enter the bathroom if I was doing my makeup. Now I have to shit, shower, shave, and god knows what else, with him right there every day! The bathrooms/rooms are open concepts, so you have any privacy. Plus with a guy like Nick, who wants that kind of intimacy, it's been pretty impossible to escape; he gets excited when I let my guard down. I don't know if funny things like that have helped or hurt us, but we definitely feel a lot closer to each-other. You'd think that being in such a close proximity to someone would get annoying, but I can't say we've ever felt that; well at least I haven't.

For the most part, our days at home are mellow, and include us working online, laying around in the AC filled room, working out, or playing games. Our rooms are like a sanctuary from the outside world, because they shield us from the heat, mosquitoes, and sweating our asses off. We do have to get motivated to leave sometimes, as it's hard to want to do anything when it's so hot. But it's nice to look out the windows, and see the lush green trees; it at least makes you feel like your apart of the outside world.

Our biggest perk, which is our daily breakfasts, have continued to be totally filling and unique. Every day we are served with coffee, fresh juice, fruit, yogurt, and some kind of crazy Mexican specialty. It's so much stuff, your pretty much fat for the entire day. I have to watch myself, because I don't want to pack in on while I'm here! Occasionally, Luis will bring out some crazy concoction with Mezcal, that I'll reluctantly cave in for.

There have been numerous people working in the kitchen, and doing the maid service while we've been here; all of them have been super nice. Most everyone does not know a word of English, so we've been trying hard to learn as much Spanish as we can to get by. Often times at breakfast, Nick will quiz the girls on their English, and tries to teach them new words or phrases for the day. They mainly just look at him and laugh.

Everyone here feels like a family now, and they all treat us as one of their own. We couldn't have imagined living at a better spot, and it will be hard to eventually leave when our time runs out. I guess when that day comes, we'll have to evaluate our next step.

Day 43 - Hippie Town Mazunte

A day to unwind, catch up, and do nothing.

Date: 
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
User: 
Christi

After Nick and I decided that we wanted to stay in Puerto, we realized that our lease would not start for 3 days. We had no hotels booked, and no where to stay, so we thought it would be fun to check out the southern beach towns of Oaxaca. Besides, we needed some celebration time for finding such a sweet place to land, after such a long trip. Since we were totally stoked on our first AirBnB experience with Angie, I decided to book a room in each town along the way down the coast.

Our first stop was going to be Mazunte; a place recommended to us by the locals, because it was supposed to be super mellow and beautiful. We decided to take minimal stuff this time, only taking our backpacks, as this trip would require a lot of walking. We were also warned that we'd have to take some collectivos as transportation, which were essentially pickup trucks with a canvas cover over the bed; not the best thing to be lugging around heavy bags in. Angie said that it was cool if we left our stuff at her place, so it worked out perfectly. Our biggest mistake was trying to figure out how much money to bring; since I had already paid for the rooms, we only brought a little bit of cash and our card. Later, this would turn out to be a huge miscalculation, and a big pain in the ass!

We set out on foot, early in the morning, walking down the streets of Puerto, trying to find the collectivo pickup spot. We had never been on one, nor did we know where they were. Eventually we heard a guy on a corner shouting "Mazunte", and a couple of other cities. We noticed that he was directing people towards a small bus, and we decided that this was way better than riding in the back of a truck. So, we paid him $3 each, got on, and hoped we'd find our way there.

Since we had been lost trying to find our way before, we were super careful of not letting that happen again; I took pictures on the iPad of the addresses from AirBnB, the step by step directions, the overview of the route, etc...etc. It was because of this, that I knew the bus was not going to us drop off, all the way into Mazunte; it had been traveling along the hwy, and the the road to the town split off toward the coast. I had no idea where to get off, or what we were going to do when we got there. Luckily, the bus driver stopped at our appropriate destination, and told us that we needed to get off.

We were dropped off in the middle of an empty highway, with only a few little small shacks, and an Oxxo convenient store. Nick asked around for rides from taxis, and they all shunned us off; none of them were heading in our direction. The only option left was go on foot, so we grabbed some hydration and started walking.

It didn't take long before we heard a honk, coming from behind us; to our surprise, it was the long awaited collectivo we'd heard so much about. We were totally stoked to be saved from the heat, and jumped in the back without question. It was, quite honestly, the funniest thing we'd been in so far. However, from that moment on, we started our long lasting relationship with the collectivos.

Nick and I finally arrived at Mazunte, and were greeted by dreaded hippies, and European expats walking along the roads. It seemed simple, quaint, and very safe; Nick joked that the town seemed like it was meant for beading and braiding hair. We were eagerly pointed in the way of our hostel, by a French girl selling bread in the street, as she told us to walk down to the beach, and turn right. It seemed simple enough, but when we arrived to the sand, there were no roads at all. We started walking along the beach, and eventually found our hostel, which was located right on the beach.

The hostel was very simple, and had an amazing view, as it was only steps away from the water. For most of the day, we played in the calm ocean cove, and Nick tried to teach me how to body surf; it was a concept that I could not grasp for the life of me. We also swam our butts off, and shared a small piece of snorkel gear to see some fish below. It seemed as though, the only thing to do there, was to hang out in the ocean or lay in a hammock. It was pretty romantic, simplicity at its best.

I guess that's why we Nick and I started talking about our future while we were there. Mazunte gave us a chance to clear our minds, and focus on each-other for a day. We went over the possibilities of when we'd have kids, what parents we'd be like, and what challenges we would face. Some of it brought up some uncomfortable issues for me, as I am a lot more scared of having children than Nick is; my childhood was not so stable, so it's hard for me to know how to correctly raise a human being. I voiced all of my phobias to him though, and he was very positive with had a great understanding to where I was coming from. I think that we came to some really great conclusions that day, because we both decided when we'd want to start our long awaited family.