Todas Cosas Son Posibles

Tyler and I woke up in this country a week ago, today. We got up off of the floor, sleeping by the family Christmas tree. I chugged my glass of fresh sink water that this nice lady brought for me in the late hours to chase my spoon fed cough syrup from ther cabinet. The chickens be slaughtered and prepared all night hardly kept us awake. In this tiny town about 20 minutes away from San Salvador, we dove into the absolute kindness that is the people of El Salvador.



We were takin in the first night by a man i struck up conversation with in the airport during our layover. He offered us his mothers floor. It was great. He gave us a ride from the airport and showed us a view of the city from the the elevated town he lived in at 3 in the morning. The breeze was amazing. We woke up in the morning and were treated to a typical breakfast dish by this man, Eddie, and his son. He took us to this place called the Devils Door for a windy little hike and then dropped us in the city at our hostal.

We have seen over and over in this country people helping us or feeding us and always shaking there finger when we offer to pay. They just smile. Morgan made it in at 3am Thursday. We camped a few days in Parque Nacional Imposible and have been hopping around small mountain towns in the western part of the country for the past few days. We are enjoying the festival days, making our way to Mayan ruins today.

We are eating our weight in Pupusas and Fanta(with real sugar! bam.) and laughing the day light into its set. When you can clear the street muts, traffic, and gaping holes in the road..everything else is perfect and comfortable. Life is lovely. -rachel.