I am fully awake and taking in every ounce of the scenery. The bus weaves it’s way through green country, occasionally opening up to grazing feilds, rivers and lakes. There is a feeling you get when things are new, I have this feeling now. As I head deeper south my identity slowly dissolves away. The bus stops in whats looks to be a small town and I get my first comedor experience. I look to see what’s on the menu, the bus driver helps me out with my choice and says carne! I accept my fate and it is delicious and fully satisfying. The smell here is incredible, a mix of smoke and the food hits me with a one two punch ¡Gusto Oaxaca!