There's no place like home/ home sweet home...

There's a saying that goes something like ' you don't appreciate what you've got, until it's gone... ' I think our group would attest to that after our month Salvadoran adventure. Nobody minded Javier, our airport ride being a bit early (before 4:30 am) to get us to the airport. The chatter was non-stop as anticipation had been growing as our departure grew nearer... no more sleeps, eh Erica?

Although I tried to convince all of us to go out for a last get together with a live Salvadoran salsa band at La Luna, only half of us ventured out. We did more chair dancing than actual floor moves but the band was great and both our ears and eyes got a workout as we watched the salsa choreography of a dancing couple right in front of us. I can only wish... Anyhow I don't think any of us slept too much pre-airport ride.

Javier engaged me en route re: my favorite and least favorite part of my visit. I had to say my favorite part was the pueblo humilde, the humility of the people, they deal with what they have and hope, and then generously share what they do have. My least favorite was the 'noise.' San Salvador is a large city and my bedroom faces the street with a bus route, traffic, constant blowing of horns, car alarms being set off and people. But Javier said the safety issue bothered you, didn't it? I had to admit that fear was always there. I explained that crime is not an issue where we live. Javier ruminated how the Salvadorans are just used to living with it and how nice it would be to visit somewhere where it would be missing.

The chatter of the girls and their excitement grew the closer we got after each our 3 flights.

Miami's humidity wasn't much different than San Salvador but once we cleared customs, we were happy campers. Planes were basically on time and despite one gate change in O'Hare, it was clear sailing... The girls dispersed as they fled to to the arms of their families and friends upon our La Crosse arrival and my job is done. I will miss my 'pollitas'( little chicks) as this mother hen's job is done as it's going to be real quiet...but it's good to be home!

As promised I will be updating the blog with pics. AND girls I'd love for you to share some of your reflections as you start processing our last month together. Hugs to you all!

Soy as in soy bean, not as " I am " in Spanish

Anna Gregg, a Mary Knoll layminister with a UC-Davis degree in Nutrition decided after a Peruvian Peace Corps experience that she wanted to come to Central America and work on a nutritional program to improve the local high carbohydrate but low protein diet. Soy beans would be the answer (42% protein) except for a couple of obstacles. The main problem was growing soy beans. The soil is not fertile in Nitrogen and it would take a while to amend the soil. So meanwhile the soy bean had to be imported and neither the transportation nor import taxes are cheap. The process was created of soaking, milling and boiling the bean and then separating by cheese cloth. The 48 hour shelf life is also an issue. The soy curd on top (ie a curd consistency) could be frozen and used in cooking.

In fact we had a spinach soy burger for lunch and I polished mine off. Recipes were collected and the education programs began. 75% of the brain is developed by the time a toddler turns two so protein is super important. Soy milk in itself isn't very appetizing so chemists were brought in to create both a salty and sweet soy milk version. Families join the co-op and receive soy milk servings for their families.

Soy Sorghum cookies, Soy cafe, Soy Horchata mix have been developed but not in the supermarkets as of yet. Quantity still remains a deterrent in going public and word of mouth provides their sales. It's a wonderful protein but until El Salvador can supply their own beans, they will have to be co-dependent and at the will of the importers.

Never let it be said that our group has ever missed a shopping op we left with soy products and also stopped at a local artesania. We have tried to help the economy whenever we can. :)

Chuck E.Cheese and the Botanical Garden ...

Sunday was our first day with 'absolutamente nada que hacer' ZIP. It was a good thing because this 'country' girl stumbled, ok tripped on a vine/ rock coming down the forest path on Saturday...I was praying extra hard that I had not broken my foot. Even a bad sprain would be tough to navigate with our remaining week. Fortunately elevating my ace bandaged foot and anti inflammatory drugs both topical and internal had me almost as good as new by Sunday afternoon's 'Family' outing.

Remember now there are 2 little ones where I live, a 2 and 5 yr old. We were heading to Multi Plaza, a high class mall which I figured must have a children's program going on. Silly me because as we approached the flashing lights I had a 'flashback' moment of entering Chuck E Cheese Salvadoran style.

Oh lordy,I would have OD'ed on ibuprofen. Isn't it the worst U.S. things that are emulated in other places The kids are the same all over as they ran from machine to machine just punching buttons and moving levers, not worrying if they were playing or not.I basically tagged after the 2 year old as she scurried about with her newfound freedom. It was air conditioned so it was a nice reprieve before the evening rain and all the humidity.

Tuesday we took advantage of all this humidity as we visited the Laguna Botanical Garden - and no I did not put that on the program. We certain can't grow tropicals like El Salvador without a green house! We enjoyed a cool, shady walk through the grounds amidst the oodles of school groups visiting this particular afternoon.

Although we were outside the hustle and bustle of the city our surroundings were anything but quiet. Our group was into the photo op and enthralled with the huge turtles in the pond.

I'm sure we all got some great pics!

Cinquera - today, yesterday and tomorrow

A bumpy cobblestone/ dirt/ rutted road considered the best route took us on the final stretch into the highlands of Cinquera where Don Pablo, the town's historian shared his life in this country setting, a town that was demolished by mortar and gunfire during the civil war and has since been rebuilt. Lest anybody should forget, the bullet ridden facade was left on the church and a memorial of a destroyed helicopter and arms welcome visitors and townspeople as it sits in the middle of the town's plaza.

Don Pablo's 2 hours plus testimony included so much including his personal torture sessions and loss of 5 children. Don Pablo shared his story, the story of his country where governments, the church and the people didn't act in the best interest of the pueblos. Living through all of this Don Pablo did not lose faith and today even holds weekly bible study. Hopefully some of our group will add their personal reflections to this visit but until them suffice it to say that it was emotionally draining... Hope always prevails that society's ills will be cured but there is a lot to do.

Projects to move ahead and work on the future in this small pueblo include a fruit drying plant, an iguanario and mariposario. The guide forgot the key so we couldn't see the drying ovens but we did see the solar panels that operate the ovens and the butterfly atrium is in between hatching so there were no butterflies, BUT we did get to see the iguanas (garrobos) which are raised to be sold as food and also for their eggs.

The temps started climbing as did we as we climbed the forest park trail which would be rewarded with a panoramic view atop a tower and followed by a dip in the mountain stream and waterfall pond. It was a hot one and every time that I think I have used every pore of my body, new ones seem to open up. That cold water was an amazing treat!

A day off for Karen...

On Thursday I had the pleasure of visiting the Escuela Americana where my La Crosse buddy, Holly, works with the high school's seniors arranging their service projects and internships. Salvadorans refer to this school as for the 'privileged.' And alfer seeing how the majority of Salvadorans are educated, today I saw how the elite live.

Set in a beautiful suburb on manicured grounds with lovely gardens, ponds and all the latest in computer labs besides good cafeteria food, makes some US college campuses look inadequate. Their sport teams excel as top notch coaches are contracted and American teachers are recruited yearly in the States along with local hirers too to not ignore their Spanish studies. The students are fluent in English by graduation and I was so impressed by the projects that they have done this year. These projects take them out of their suburbs to show them their own city and I commend Holly on the conscious raising that she is achieving. If we have everything and are sheltered from the rest of the world, we haven't really received an education. I was fortunate enough to be privy to a day of senior intern presentations. Many of the students have been with the same classmates since they were 3 years old so having an internship in a 'community' work place that is not family owned was out of their comfort level. After listening to some power point presentations, I know that these students will go far in whatever they decide to do. They learned so much from their internships including how to meet new people... their reflections revealed a lot of heart. Most will be going to college in the States. One gal who's going to Costa Rica for her medical school training wants to return to help her people. My hope is that many/if not all of these graduates will follow suit because their country needs them...

Mining and the Canadian Company Pacific Rim

Money always sounds great especially when you are impoverished and think that you will have more for your family to survive. Nobody mentions the fact that a poison ie. cyanide will seep into your water supply and illness will follow. And who knew that a mine in one day needs more than 10 years of your needed water supply to drill for its precious treasure? Maybe if you had known these facts ahead of time you would have refused to let this corporation ever begin mining for gold or silver that will destroy your land and your people. The average life expectancy of a mine is a little over 6 years but the destruction that it causes is forever. So it comes as no surprise that when El Salvador realized the mining consequences, the people were enraged. The small compensation that the people would receive was small pittance to the sacrifices that would have to be made. Now Pacific Rim is in court wanting recompensation for the money they have poured into the mining work that they have started... No way say the victims of this travesty of justice.

Our speaker from MUFRAS 32 is a lawyer who wants us to spread the word. AND BTW my dear North American friends realize that Pacific Rim is looking at Alaska next! Be aware.

The big surprise and historical no less...

I have to believe that sometimes things happen for a reason... and you will soon find out why. I knew that since we have outings on Saturdays that this holiday of Shavuot was probably my chance to visit El Salvador´s only synagogue in San Benito. I can´t tell you how many excuses I came up with as to why going to services last night was just not in the stars besides the fact that my usual taxis were not next to where I live, the heavens had let loose and the downpour despite my raincoat had left me soaking wet. Alas an empty taxi did appear and even if his $6 charge seemed a bit high, it was worth it to get out of the rain and not deal with a crowded bus that would take me to who knows where. The half hour drive gave me some time to airdry especially since there were closed streets due to the OAS conference in town and main thoroughfares were more congested than usual. I arrived to a more than usual couple guards in front of the designated address and there was also a police force of 6 in addition to an Israeli secret service guy. I thought maybe there had been a bomb threat and I should just stay in the car and go back. I asked the driver to wait while I checked out the situation and since he had offered to pick me up, I also needed to verify a time. The plain clothesman asked me where I was from, what my intentions were... etc. and I explained that I had emailed someone named Fernando. I apologized for being early and they eventually did let me in. I was the first to arrive but then a couple gentlemen entered followed by the young Rabbi ' who I would later find out is from Argentina and whose first pulpit was in Cuba and then he came to this congregation... His wife greeted me and invited me to light candles with her. People slowly trickled in and they welcomed me with handshakes. A gentleman sat down next to me and we started conversing in Spanish and when he asked me where I was from, he responded that maybe we could speak in English. I spoke about our group´s adventures and he said he was at the US embassy. I shared our embassy vist with him and our surprise about the less than 1% of US foreign aid. He spoke of the highway project and others and my response was that that was the least we could do. BTW I know in my mind that that highway in the North is not for the people but for importing foreign business... We also spoke about the gang issues and safety. His reactions to my comments interested me and I asked him what his title was at the embassy. Well I was sitting next to the Chief Director of Mission, Robert Blau , no less. Go Google.

As we were talking the Rabbi´s wife was taping RESERVED signs on the 3 rows of chairs in front of me. Robert informed me that I had chosen he right night to be at services since the Israeli FOreign Minister Ayalon and his entire delegation and the Iraeli ambassador to El Salvador would be in attendance. Ayalon was here due to his role as a OAS observer and would speak to us.

This was the first time since 1959 and Prime Minister Golda Maeir had visited that someone of this stature had visited here. WOW.

Services would be extra special. Some melodies were different but then there were the old standbys. It was neat to read the verse in Spanish although the majority of the service was in Hebrew. Foreign Minister Ayalon delivered a very articulate speech regarding Israel´s past and its role in today´s world. A very nice dairy reception followed. What a treat! One just never knows what an adventure will bring...

Tuesday On to the Volcano Boqueron... and a big surprise!

After languages classes today and a minimal time for lunch we opted to have Wendy's delivered. Now you try ordering 7 people's orders over the phone and explaining where you are located.

Even with Veronica, the Spanish class coordinator's help the procedure took 20 minutes and about that same amount of time for the delivery via motorcycle. Everybody was thrilled to have US fast food. It wasn't their first fix but it was mine.

Our afternoon's cultural activity took us to Boqueron where we visited the 1920's coffee plantation with a beautiful view where we enjoy our cafecitos con postres amidst the gorgeous tropical plantings and then continued on to the volcano park. Unfortunately time did not allow for ziplining over the plantation. DRATS but impressive volcano awaited us. We opted for the easy trail and that was enough of a hike for our group but the views that awaited us were well worth it. We even watched the clouds envelope the volcano. The cooler temps were also a delight. Unfortunately I couldn't transport the beautiful raspberries the local women were selling as they would arrived home squished.BOO

I have inserted Raisa's Volcano blog entry here regarding this outing ... ENJOY
Volcano
"Hola! This is Raisa and I will be talking about my favorite experience that I have had on this trip.
When I woke up today and looked out the window at the large green, partly hidden by clouds, volcano out my window, I was ready. I was a little nervous at first because I, for some reason, thought that it would be really hot up there, but I was wrong.
We started our adventure by traveling in a van for an hour or so up the side, the curvy road side, of the volcano. I fell asleep for the first part of the drive, no surprise there. We eventually arrived at this coffee plantation/ plant where we had the chance to see how coffee was originally made, the process that it went through, and enjoy a cup ourselves. Many of us had either the coffee shake or cappuccino shake, which were both delicious. We also spent time taking photographs and enjoying the scenery, which was amazing.

I really think that a few of us were able to take a deep breath and relax. Some were disappointed because there was a zip line that they were not able to go on because of time constraints, but in my opinion I think that the volcano would have been better. Maybe I just say that to not feel bad about not going on the zip line.
On the rest of the drive up the mountain, which was about fifteen to twenty-five minutes, the scenery was great. We saw coffee plants and a few of us commented that the trees and scenery almost looked like they belonged in Africa. When we reached the top of the mountain it was so nice! And when I say nice I mean it was nice and cool, which was amazingly refreshing! At first we couldn´t really see anything because what appeared to be fog was surrounding us. We later found out what it really was.
We took the easy path up the mountain, which didn´t really matter because the forestry and plants were breathtaking. The forest was lush, green, fertile, and eerie. Like one of those old movies where someone is traveling through the woods and you are expecting something to happen. Many of us took this advantage to take some photos of the shrubbery. But what really was amazing was when we reached the top of the volcano. We looked into the pit, which looked like we were looking down a mountain, and it was amazing.

It was lush on the inside because the volcano is dormant and it has been over fifty years since it erupted. What we thought was fog at the start turned out to be clouds, to our delight! We were literally in the clouds while at the volcano. A few of us took this opportunity to video tape the experience of seeing the clouds moving right around us. It was just breathtaking and words cannot describe it.

For me this was by far my favorite part of the trip so far. I really felt at peace up there and the only thing I could have asked for was possibly a hammock up there to sit and just enjoy the cool air, forest, and be even more at peace. I think many of us really enjoyed the experience of going up the volcano!" -Raisa

Well our excursion ended just in time as a rainy season downpour greeted us home only to drench us. The evening held quite a surprise for me... you will have to check out the next entry to find out about a very eventful historic evening... - karen

San Luis Los Ranchos Women's Co-op in Comasagua

We've come a long way baby... isn't true all over as the women of a Comasagua pueblo tucked away in the hills after the cobblestone road turns into dirt can attest. Even if some funding exists to allow for a project, many women face the old stereotypes of not being allowed to leave the home to both socialize and work since their role should be child rearing and taking care of their husband. Many groups fail for this reason but in the village of San Luis Los Ranchos we witnessed another success story where a CIS staff had a dream and helped the village women membership grow from 20 to 48 today and achieve certification to become a co-op. The indigo project we experienced is the process of boiling the anil(indigo)plant, letting it settle in another container until there is a mudlike sediment to gather which will then be allowed to dry. Then, when the indigo dye is needed, it is shaved off and added to hot water and mixed into the large dipping vat. The group tie dye's clothing and sells these products. It's very important to understand the historical significance of this plant as it was one of the crops besides coffee that colonization raped from the people and the land...

For the future the co-op would eventually like to cultivate their own indigo plants which are not grown in this region. The big project right now is the women utilizing their 20 foot pedal sewing machines after landing a local school uniform contract at the largest school in Comasagua for 800.

A new government initiative to provide low income children with uniforms allows them to attend school. This initiative also wants the uniforms to be produced locally, not by big companies. Thus work is provided for these poor communities. A win - win proposition.

We were introduced to village scholarship recipients who our language institute help sponsor and some of the co-op women. They are all so proud of their achievements and shared with us how their self worth has grown and how much this this comradery means to them. Maybe we can all take a lesson in community building...

San Rafael Cedros Youth Gardening Project...

Today we got down and dirty... in a garden (huerto) that is! San Rafael Cedros youth

who receive scholarships to continue their educations have started an organic vegetable garden and today we got to be extra hands for them as we weeded together. OK Erica raked.

I have to admit that we didn't last that long due to the heat but we did move some weeds, raked and even harvested radishes. At lunch the radishes were sliced and we got to taste them Salvadoran style with lime juice and salt. (Grant would have loved the salt container.) The college members had made a video of their garden project and we shared their pride in what they have helped the 28 members achieve.

To name just a couple of the things I learned was how to lure pests into 'trampas.' These trampas were made of yellow plastic attached to two sticks at the end of each row. Honey was spread on the plastic and the bugs attracted to the color then stuck to the plastic.

Very clever. * come to think of it aren't those chemical pest stips in the hardware stores yellow? Another interesting garden feature was planting 4 bamboo poles per row after post holing digging holes to help hold the tomato plants from falling over. SOOOO much better than those dumb tomato cages that we use.
After Kacie's phenomenal thank you for lunch, gardening visit and program, we stopped en route home at a much cooler scenic overview. Besides the welcomed cooler temps, Kacie was interviewed by some youth videotaping regarding her impressions of El Salvador. Yes she is famosa!

Tomorrow we are back on the road around early for another field trip... Vengan con nosotros.

Thursday's cultural activity...

Thursday's cultural activity involved watching HIJOS de la GUERRA, Sons of the War. This video specifically dealt with the gang who calls themselves MS-13 and the humongous gang warfare problem here in El Salvador. In a recent newspaper poll this is one of the biggest concerns besides economy for the Salvadorans. The history of the gangs and their future is very disturbing. Guerrilla trained kids, many orphaned from the civil war made their way to L.A. where life didn't become easier as difficulties arose due to language and schooling besides being targets of their Mexican schoolmates. They joined with their fellow Salvadorans to form their own gang MS-13 to empower themselves. As they would be arrested by US police after various infractions and found to be undocumented, they were deported to their motherland. Upon returning, they couldn't find jobs as they were not welcomed due to their changed speech, clothing and mannerisms but they were also covered in very obvious tattoos. So back to the gang world that they knew all too well and MS-13 grew and continues growing reaching 100,000 members worldwide.

Wednesday, June 2

The Museum of the Word is actually a mobile museum and has relatively few visitors to its building in comparison to its outreach. Tapes, manuscripts,videos, artifacts have all been saved from the war years and not necessarily archived from the 30's on. There are actually 9 rotating exhibitions and yesterday we were introduced to two of El Salvador's favorite authors Salarrue and Roque Dalton. Salarrue wrote about imaginary worlds and used made up languages and Dalton was known as a revolutionary poet.

One room was set up as a clandestine radio station. Don Oscar, our afternoon cultural activities director, shared an interesting anecdote.

Apparently the US planted a large ship off the coast to interfere with the radio's transmissions. The campesinos wondered why this ship could stop these broadcasts... they were told that sound waves go up and out.... so these so called 'uneducated' peasants suggested to move the radio sound waves horizontally by having them travel along the wires of their property fences... the US Colonel in charge was furious that these peasants had outsmarted him and he denied their radio's existence saying that these programs were now being sent from Nicaragua. He also made it his personal mission to destroy the people's radio center.

SO the peasants planted a set up by trashing the transmitter, sprinkling the area with chicken's blood and planting a bomb within the transmitter with 2 different ways of imploding (one via a change of altitude or by 2 different hand-held controls. The Colonel was so proud of completing the mission that he wouldn't let his men touch the scene and ordered them to let him bring back the proof. He called a press conference and invited not only the media but dignitaries including some area priests. Once gathered the Colonel took off in his helicopter to retrieve the transmitter and as you probably figured out as soon as his helicopter took off with the transmitter and reached a certain altitude kaboom... It makes one wonder why the US had its nose in this war, doesn't it? We watched a video of testimonials of survivors of the 1932 Civil War called 'Scars of the War.' Visually this video put all the history that we have been hearing about into pictures and personalized the devastation of an indigenous peasant population.

Well we all experienced our first city bus ride to and from the museum without being hassled and know now how most people travel daily.

Half the group took advantage of a free symphonic concert in the National Theater in the evening and even rode the bus downtown at rush hour with one of our host Moms. We are becoming seasoned travelers. We were treated to an avant-garde composition and a piece by Strauss by the Symphony. The theater was magnificent with copper embellishments and a hand painted ceiling at which we couldn't help gawking.

We were introduced to the conductor and had a pic taken together. Very KEWL.

We were back home by 7:30 so nobody missed their 'cena' (dinner). I had a traditional dinner of fried plaintains, fresh cheese, sour cream, refried beans and tortilla (Salvadorans tortillas are fatter than what we are used to) What a full day both gastronomically and historically !

Halfway ...

Today marks our 2 week anniversary since we left La Crosse. Our emotions have zoomed up and down as we have been dealt situations out of our comfort zone including a variety of physical ailments. Our group is acclimating to their variety of home stays. In fact we have initiated group hugs just for 'those' moments when we need a little extra support.

I for example am in a home with 2 lawyers. Due to the cost of transportation the father of the family is now working from home. The family has 2 little ones, 5 and 2. (It's a good thing Sam's Kylie had already conditioned me to the high pitch squealing.) It's fun talking to the kids and they love the extra attention and gives the family a bit of a break.

The family actually lives in 2 apartments and an intern and I both have bedrooms in one apt with our own bathroom. There is a sitting area but we eat breakfast and dinner in the family's apartment as we are just separated by a patio. I think my room is 7x9 which allows enough space for a bed, chair and rollaway storage/closet area. It proves that one doesn't need a lot of space and now makes my Viterbo office area seem humongous. This arrangement also allows for a little privacy. We have had one evening without water but fortunately it was back on the following day allowing for a shower. Today we are blessed with a cool breeze but our pores have really been working hard. The humidity of the rainy season combined with the heat has been a big adjustment to us Wisconsinites. Showers albeit cold are always a highlight to any day's end.

Today our afternoon program has us heading to El Museo de la Palabra ( Museum of the Word ) We'll let you know what that word is...

Almost 2 weeks as travelers...

Gee we are approaching the 2 week mark. In the Gate portion of the trip , every moment was preplanned for us and in this second part the group have very different lives and schedules as they are not only attending language school but also living in a Salvadoran´s home. That means for all of us no screens and perhaps sleeping under mosquito nets/not. We are not eating in a restaurant 3x/day and are for the most part subject to the diet of our hosts. YES Quite a change from spending 24/7 together. We have homework and instructors who don´t translate for us. It is overwhelming as we learn about cultural norms firsthand. I hope the students will eventually share their lives with you again but computer usage is a bit more difficult since the institutes´computers are slower than turtles if functioning. I accompanied a class to UES ( U of El Salvador) today to see the students´mural art.I can´t wait to go back with a camera but it was suggested not to have backpacks with us. BUMMER!

Monday, Monday and it's back to school...

We were all in our places with bright smiling faces... awaiting to be assigned language levels which were based on a written grammar and oral interview. Every morning language classes will last from 8-12 with a half an hour break. A bell sounds and classes are released. WELL everybody came down for break with a smile on their face and we had an introduction game with all the students with musica and a ball. If the music stopped so did the ball, and the person holding the ball had to introduce themselves,tell where they were from and what they liked to do. Sound familiar methodology students? So besides our Wisconsin contingency there are 3 students from Canada, 1 from New Hampshire, 1 from Kansas and 1 from Conn. ( Yea- They are willing to show us the ropes since they have been here longer.) The main skill emphasis here is communicative and none of the teachers will speak English. This will really benefit the Pollitas whether they realize it or not. This is for the best. We will go get some lunch together which is the main meal of the day and then be back by 1:30 to have our Cultural Political Orientation program. We will meet at least 3x/week after English classes to do something cultural. This week will include a museum visit, a video about gangs, and outings on both Saturday and Sunday. I think we will keep plenty busy!

Last day together at Costa del Sol beachside...

Friday marked our last day for all of us together and we were fortunate enough to spend it at the beach at Costa del Sol.

We stayed in bungalows and had an eventful day at the beach with Tracy and Stephanie boogie boarding, Adam running for over an hour, some beach walks, shell collecting, sunning, crab chasing and even toad hunting amidst eating our meals al fresco. The ocean air did us good. Amber wins for the best burn but we all left with a bit more color except for Sister Marie. The evening was a bit sleepless with two cabins ending up with 4 each rather than the designated 2 people. Togetherness. One cabin shared their space with a very active cat in the rafters. The ceiling tiles would bow with the weight of the unknown critter and then it would pounce every once in a while... pretty scary stuff. One bungalow got all the cockroaches and then there even was a toad visitor. Amber, Tricia and Grant took off for the airport before 6am Saturday and we dropped Adam off on our way back into San Salvador. 11- 4 = 7. So now it's just my 6 pollitas and me. Students took both written and oral placement exams on Saturday afternoon and then our host families gave us a nice reception with traditional foods. We have a varied experienced set of hosts and I am sure that we will all come home being much more appreciative of the daily things we take for granted with SPACE and PRIVACY being at the top of the list.

Day 8...

You know I am glad that there´s a pharmacy 2 doors down bc in my most recent web search for stomach issues I read that a dose of pepto bismol pre-meals controls the rumblings... and the tums are not really doing the job. Last night we experienced the Salvadoran favorite food called papusa which are served at papuserias, a place where they make papusas. It´s a tortilla dough filled with cheese, beans, a meat/any combo. It was an art to watch the cooks making each one individually and then flip them onto the grill. The natives put a marinated cabbage slaw on top in addition to a tomato salsa. ( BTW our group avoided the cabbage. :) We went to a favorite pupusaria right outside the city. The owners told me that they had lived in Texas and when I said that I had grown up in Little Rock, they said that they had also lived in Russelville and Fort Smith. A lot of people here either have lived in the US/a family member who has. I also had a traditional drink called Horchata. After dinner we walked down to the overview that we had visited the previous day to see the city´s twinkling night lights. Not far from there we then stopped at a local community gathering with traditional music present by a police band. These community gatherings happen monthly and vary as to town to promote a safe family get together and local police are present along with tourist police. We were even introduced to the commissioner of tourist police who also is responsible for the Special Olympics. Our girls took over the dance floor and Tracy and Stephanie, who was feeling much better even polka´ed for the crowd. It was a lovely evening to be out and we were home by 9:30. I told you we are tired. Today breakfast will be a little later to allow a little more time in bed...
Adam, a pastoral student in D.C:.with Iowa roots no less, will be adding an entry today re: our visit to the Jesuit University yesterday. He is a great addition to our group and after you read his entry, you will understand why...

Greetings! My name is Adam Briddell, and I am grateful for the opportunity to make a contribution to the El Salvador Y Nosotros blog. I am a student at Wesley Theological Seminary (www.wesleyseminary.edu) in Washington, DC, and a candidate for ordination in the United Methodist Church (www.umc.org). Traveling with GATE and this wonderful group of professors and undergraduate students has been a great joy!
Wednesday was no exception.

After spending some time with a representative from the FMLN political party (which in 2009 became the first party of the left to win control of the presidency in the history of El Salvador); we then visited a cathedral in the historic downtown district of San Salvador. It was not only a beautiful house of worship, but its crypt is the resting place for Arch Bishop Oscar Romero.

Bishop Romero was assassinated in 1980, having called on the security forces of El Salvador´s oppressive regime to lay down their arms and refuse orders o kill civilians. He was killed in the middle of a worship service, and his martyrdom became a rallying point for the people of El Salvador, who would not see a peaceful settlement to their civil war until 1992.

The visit to Romero´s tomb was an appropriate precursor to our afternoon at the Jesuit University of Central America. We were able to visit a small chapel and museum on the campus, which is home to the possessions of six Jesuit priests, a housekeeper and her daughter, who were murdered by government forces in 1990. We spoke with Father Dean Brackley, a Jesuit priest and professor of theology at the University of Central America.

Father Brackley was one of the first Jesuits to arrive in San Salvador in the aftermath of the 1990 massacre. He provided powerful first-hand insight into the climate of terror that gripped Salvadoran socieity in the 1980´s. This climate proved to be fertile ground for the emergence of liberation theology in Latin America.

Father Brackley described a process whereby communities began to systematize a way of doing theology from the perspective of the poor; to consider sin as more than individual transgressions, but as those systems that reinforce injustice and disparity; and that while God´s love is infinite, the Gospel of Jesus Christ reveals a preferential option for the poor.

He used a parable of two brothers to help us appreciate this idea better. A mother sees her oldest son picking on his younger brother. The mom takes the side of the younger brother, not because the younger brother is good, or better than the older brother, but because the mother is good.

When asked whether he had any advice for the group, Father Brackley paused before responding that as with any pilgrimage, we must ¨resist the urge to change the channel¨as we experience the depth of the people´s struggle in El Salvador. He asked that we be willing to ¨have our hearts broken,¨ to ´go home ruined for life,´and be able to look at our own contexts with new eyes.

Reflecting on Lent, a few days before he would be murdered, Bishop Romero offered that ¨No one can quench the life that Christ has resurrected. Neither death nor all the banners of death and hatred raised against his church can prevail... Lent, thus, is a call to celebrate our redemption in that difficult combination of cross and victory... but those who have Christian faith and hope know that behind this calvary of El Salvador lies our Easter, our resurrection. That is the Christian people´s hope.´

Thirty years later, these words remain a powerful articulation of God´s desire for justice, mercy, and that we all might find a way to stand in solidarity with the poor.

Better stop, before I start preaching...

Adam Briddell
Guest-blogger
Wesley Theological Seminary