Yesterday was my first day of “classes”. We meet in a beautiful convent (ex-convent?) called the Santo Domingo Cultural Center. The best thing is that it’s only a couple of blocks from where we are staying. We have to have ID badges to get in, and our class is being held in the back of the gigantic convent kitchen. I will have to take pictures of the frescos – at least in our classroom.
First, we have “Homeroom” where we discuss things we’ve seen – this session was more of a “getting to know you” group. After a break on the terrace overlooking the gardens, we were given an introduction to the different groups of indigenous people who live in the Oaxacan state by Dra. Maria de los Angeles Romero Frizzi, an ethnohistorian and senior researcher with the Instituto Nacional de Antropología e Historia (INAH).
In the afternoon, we met at the Fundacion Bustamante for a lecture given by Dr. Michael Swanton, Coordinator of Linguistic Projects at the Biblioteca Francisco Burgoa will speak to us on “Languages and Cultures in Oaxaca.” It was not easy to find the Fundacion, but we finally got there. As there were no more chairs, I sat on a table in the back.
In addition to this, my nephew, Robert, was scheduled to land at the airport at 7:00 PM for the third leg of his trip to visit us. He first flew from New Orleans to Dallas/Ft. Worth, then from there to Mexico City, and finally from D. F. (another name for Mexico City) to Oaxaca. There were several updates from my husband, but the bottom line was that his flight was 2 hours and 45 minutes late getting in. To add to the confusion, Mexicana Click, the airline, changed the flight number. So, although I was fairly certain they were the same flight, you never know…
When he got to the apartment, I made some sopes for him and we fixed up the futon in the living room for him to sleep on. Even though he must have been beat, he wanted to come along on the trip to Monte Alban in the morning. Since family members are not allowed on the bus, which is for US NEH scholars, there was an alternative plan. All of the S. O.’s (Significant Others, so that no one get’s left out) were going to go separately and meet us there.
More about the field trip tomorrow. Time to go to bed!