After a couple of weeks in Oaxaca, I was anxious to get on the bike again. We had heard about a native festival in the nearby village of Teotitlán called La Danza de la Pluma, The Dance of the Feathers. Apparently this event was "not to be missed." As the date approached (December 12), it became evermore appealing to me to go there by bike. Actually, I decided I wanted to do that only the night before. [It's true, our lifestyle these days is pretty free to be spontaneous and much of it doesn't require any fore-planning. We just have an idea to do something and then decide if we will do it or not, and worry about the details when the time comes. Of course, this relaxed habit has bitten us in the asses in other areas where more planning would have been beneficial. But I digress...] Soon Lewis was on board too, and figured out a route to get us there that didn't involve the highway. He too plotted this the night before, and as usual did an excellent job. The way was rural, beautiful, and mostly traffic-free.
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