One of my favorite times of the day is the interval between being asleep and waking up: your eyes are still shut, but the sounds of the world around you are starting to penetrate your consciousness. And behind your eyes you start to ‘see’ or imagine what those sounds mean, who is making them, and what they are doing. My memories of Oaxaca are filled with mornings I would be laying in bed, with my eyes still closed and consciousness just beginning to dawn. The muffled sounds of people talking to one another as they walked under my hotel window, the honking of horns as the traffic grew thicker, the buses that sound so different from the buses at home. Than all of a sudden you hear a car blaring the sounds of American rap music as the deep base of the rhythm blankets out all other sounds. I smile and open my eyes......time has been warped.