Winding down the mountain my jaw literally dropped at the sheer beauty out my window, the view of the Taxco township.
I was coming for the day.
That was Sunday.
I’ve listened to live music in the square, wandered the labyrinth of the market, over-indulged in the local ‘barbacoa’ tacos and spent far too much money on custom silver jewellery pieces, all based from my central, family-ran hostel where their 8 year old has taught me Spanish, while the eldest boys, the hostel managers, have shared their local knowledge with me.
And so today, on Wednesday, I’m still not in Oaxaca.
If you’re heading to Taxco I highly recommend Hostel Casa Taxco who have both dorm and private rooms.