11.12.2012 - 11.12.2012
Llano Grande is a small town outside of Oaxaca in the mountains
It reminded us of the Sierras
Just some cattle wandering through the forest
It's the one place where in hindsight we should have stayed longer
Look at the wonderful cabin we had all to ourselves!
It was chilly at night, but we snuck out of the warm bed to look at the stars
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Back from Llano Grande and installed once again in La Cabaña Hotel, our Oaxaca home.
I am, by now, a little dizzy with fatigue. Already tired before we went film festing. This time most of the movies were good, or had elements of goodness. None of them, however, were Mexican. We walked to the tlayuda place in dazed silence--the films had crawled into our minds and infected us with their sinister mood. I see now potential for the rise of the narrative short, just as the short story has found its own. And with the advent of Netflix and Youtube and Hulu--why not?