Bill booked this place on airbnb a few days ago. The write up for it said that they were bungalows in a quiet, natural area in Huajuapan de Leon, a little more than half way to Oaxaca City.The directions were vague, but the owner met us in the Zocalo and led us to his office. He was a young man, almost a teenager named Juan. He gave a big spiel in Spanish about the place, asked us if we wanted dinner or breakfast (we chose breakfast that cost us 200 pesos)Then he led us to the bungalows. We’ll to call them cowpaths would be too glowing. We navigated REALLY carefully over deeply cratered, eroded sand paths to the bungalows. Luckily they are very nice.We asked if there was a place to buy beer and Juan took us in his car into the village. We bought the beer and a couple of chocolate cupcakes that turned out to be a home made version of Vachon twinkles. (They were delicious).Once we got our stuff organised we went for a walk. This area seems to be a new subdivision that never actually got off the ground. The main roads have cement curbing but no actual road between them. Then there seems to be mere sand tracks between partially finished houses and empty lots. The whole place reminds me of where I stayed in Sta Elena in Venezuela.We enjoyed watching the little children make their own fun by racing each other downhill on their bikes/trikes. At one place we listened to a choir of children singing- probably gospel songs.Our host’s house is one of the few finished ones and is very attractive. I’m not sure what their plan was for the bungalows (also finished) but there are certainly some changes and additions they need to make- cooking facility, mosquito netting for bed, shelves in bathroom for toiletries.We got out our cooking gear to boil some water and had cup a soup, crackers and cupcakes for dinner.MORNINGWell, Juan had told us that the bungalows were very a very tranquil place to relax. He neglected to tell us about the very loud music on Saturday night that continued well past 2 am, or the barking of the numerous street dogs, or the crowing of a cacophony of roosters at 5 am.I was tortured by the buzzing of a mosquito around my ears as I tried to go to sleep. But we heard no traffic noises.Music started once again at 7:30 am. This time religious music and church Bells.Our host and his mother delivered coffee and fruit at 7 am and just after 8 am delivered tamales and pozole. Delicious, but WAY too much food.