Six friends, one shared document, and a running disagreement about how many markets constitutes a reasonable number of markets to visit in four days. For the record, the correct answer was contested until the very last morning.
Oaxaca is loud in the best way: mezcal bars tucked behind unmarked doors, mole recipes that take three days and taste like it, and a market that sells everything from grasshoppers to hand-woven textiles within the same fifty feet.
The itinerary I built collapsed by day two, which turned out to be the right outcome. The best afternoon of the trip was an unplanned cooking class that someone's cousin's friend happened to be teaching that week.
Traveling in a group of six requires exactly one flexible plan and zero rigid ones. The group chat will always win the argument eventually; you might as well let it win early.