The Onset
12/6/05 and some days after
Sunday, my first day of “rest”. It was today, and so wrongly I assumed, to be my day of rest, as the good Lord intended. But at this time I had not yet adapted to the conditions of the town. Nightly bar fights I can sleep through, my parents keep asking me, “did the bolos (drunks) keep you awake last night?” “No”, I answered sleepily, casting a hateful glare of with my heavy eyes in the direction of the lifestock, out their, somewhere, lurking in this mountain town.
I’d like to take the time to address a topic of utmost importance.
Lies My Teacher Told Me:
• Roosters do not crow at dawn…they crow whenever they damn well please. This includes all hours of the day, including 1, 2, and 3 am
• Roosters are like dogs, when one crows, they all crow
There’s livestock all over the place. Oddly enough there isn’t the smell associated with the fact, but I think that’s due to the humidity and the funk we emit as a result. Ah yes, Mother Nature, you sly devil you.
21/6/05
It’s been some two weeks of sobriety up until yesterday, where we took back the night by enjoying two beers each at a local restaurant before catching our bus. We drank, “Pilsener”, because, “es algo de cheros” (or something like that) and because it’s El Salvadorian. Friends, it is to my great dismay that I felt the effects of two beers. Long gone are days of Grey Goose and tonic (can’t drink the water) with a twist of lime, and other long-lived nights. We blurrily all looked at one another and laughed, “holy shit, I’m buzzed” we concluded.
I have left out a great deal of detail, concerning my living conditions, my family, religion, and the dreaded buses of this country. I hope to have time in the near future to address them. Unfortunately, Peace Corps does not allot very much time to socialize. Since I live in one of the furthest towns, my time and privacy is greatly limited. Oh, but you say, “there will be time, there will be time, for the cups the tea and the marmalade”, to which I do agree, but that time is not until I am off on my own in August, and there is so much that I would like to share.
This Friday I am leaving my pueblo of Guadalupe to live with another host family in another city, in what Peace Corps has coined, Immersion Day. I will live at the site of a Volunteer and essentially shadow him/her until the Lord’s Day where I then return to my happy home. Very briefly, life here in Guadalupe is fantastic and I couldn’t ask for a better family. They are warm and invited, consisting of 10 members that live here, with additional members that range day by day. Although it sounds enormous, well, maybe not the Latinos reading this, for all others, it’s a big enough property and not everyone is here all at once. Plus I have my own room. Until next time I bit you all adieu,
Ricardo
Sunday, my first day of “rest”. It was today, and so wrongly I assumed, to be my day of rest, as the good Lord intended. But at this time I had not yet adapted to the conditions of the town. Nightly bar fights I can sleep through, my parents keep asking me, “did the bolos (drunks) keep you awake last night?” “No”, I answered sleepily, casting a hateful glare of with my heavy eyes in the direction of the lifestock, out their, somewhere, lurking in this mountain town.
I’d like to take the time to address a topic of utmost importance.
Lies My Teacher Told Me:
• Roosters do not crow at dawn…they crow whenever they damn well please. This includes all hours of the day, including 1, 2, and 3 am
• Roosters are like dogs, when one crows, they all crow
There’s livestock all over the place. Oddly enough there isn’t the smell associated with the fact, but I think that’s due to the humidity and the funk we emit as a result. Ah yes, Mother Nature, you sly devil you.
21/6/05
It’s been some two weeks of sobriety up until yesterday, where we took back the night by enjoying two beers each at a local restaurant before catching our bus. We drank, “Pilsener”, because, “es algo de cheros” (or something like that) and because it’s El Salvadorian. Friends, it is to my great dismay that I felt the effects of two beers. Long gone are days of Grey Goose and tonic (can’t drink the water) with a twist of lime, and other long-lived nights. We blurrily all looked at one another and laughed, “holy shit, I’m buzzed” we concluded.
I have left out a great deal of detail, concerning my living conditions, my family, religion, and the dreaded buses of this country. I hope to have time in the near future to address them. Unfortunately, Peace Corps does not allot very much time to socialize. Since I live in one of the furthest towns, my time and privacy is greatly limited. Oh, but you say, “there will be time, there will be time, for the cups the tea and the marmalade”, to which I do agree, but that time is not until I am off on my own in August, and there is so much that I would like to share.
This Friday I am leaving my pueblo of Guadalupe to live with another host family in another city, in what Peace Corps has coined, Immersion Day. I will live at the site of a Volunteer and essentially shadow him/her until the Lord’s Day where I then return to my happy home. Very briefly, life here in Guadalupe is fantastic and I couldn’t ask for a better family. They are warm and invited, consisting of 10 members that live here, with additional members that range day by day. Although it sounds enormous, well, maybe not the Latinos reading this, for all others, it’s a big enough property and not everyone is here all at once. Plus I have my own room. Until next time I bit you all adieu,
Ricardo
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