Thursday, June 12, 2014
Day 5: A Day in Antigua
Hello Family and Friends!
Tonight's blog is being belatedly written about our trip to the ancient city of Antigua on Sunday. Located in the Central Highlands of Guatemala, Antigua is made up primarily of Spanish Baroque-inspired buildings, many of which have been preserved for hundreds of years.
We arrived in Antigua early in the morning after a quick ride from Guatemala City and spent a wonderful day immersing ourselves in the local culture and history. The day began in the beautiful cathedral where we attended mass, which was very difficult to follow, but very interesting nonetheless. After mass, we visited a Mayan jade museum and learned a lot about the indigenous people who first settled the area many years ago. Next, we walked down the street to the chocolate museum where we learned about and tasted delicious chocolate. We went to lunch at an amazing open-air restaurant and enjoyed tasty ethnic dishes. Later, we visited the original Jesuit church which has stood for hundreds of years. Our day ended with a visit to the local market where we were given the choice to barter for various goods or continue exploring the city.
All in all, our final culture day was well spent in Antigua. However, we were all very eager to finally get to see the Guatemala City Dump and begin working at the nursery and the Francisco Coll School.
Gabe Scarlett and the Guatemala Team
Monday, June 9, 2014
Day 4: Boys in the Boat
Greetings all,
Everything is going well here in Guatemala. There have been no injuries since our last update and we have had the fortune of avoiding illness thus far. As far as we can tell, the mental health of group remains intact. The days have been long but not especially difficult, and they have been supplied with plenty of opportunities for rest. Fortunately, today was a fairly quiet day that furthered our understanding of the local culture.
The morning began in typical fashion. Breakfast began at the far too early hour of 7:00. The wonderful staff of the retreat center treated us to a delicious meal for which we were very grateful. After being awoken by our meal we set out on our journey to Lake Atitlan. The three hour car ride to the lake was not especially welcomed after the long drive yesterday to get to Guatemala, but we knew it would be fun again.
The ride was relatively uneventful seeing as we were all still tired and most of us spent the ride sleeping. Others of us were not as lucky and got car sickness as we winded our way down the narrow mountain road. Excitement rose as the lake came into view between the mountains. Lake Atitlan is truly a place of tremendous beauty. The lake is as clear and clean as any lake you will find. Surrounding the lake are small mountains covered in forest with deep green foliage. Throughout the day clouds shrouded the tops of the mountains, adding a level of mystery to the whole trip. Small towns lined the perimeter of the lake, but we could only visit one.
We all climbed aboard a ferry at the magnificent Hotel Atitlan. Just as we were boarding, a helicopter landed right by us which was a new experience for many people. All of us boys aboard the boat (hence the title) crossed the lake. It is a very large lake so the ride took a full 40 minutes. We passed between two volcanos (do not worry - they were not active) across to Santiago Atitlan. Seeing the immense beauty of the nature around the lake was something special. Few places can make you just stop and admire the true incredibleness of nature, but this did. Places like this make you realize why we must preserve the planet and actively work against the environmental destruction humans are so apt at.
Arrival in Santiago Atitlan marked a shift in our day. The town is bustling with life. We passed through the town and tried our best to observe everything that was going on: shops lined the streets, vendors attempted to sell their goods, people carried their purchases home, stray dogs wandered, and we marched upward toward the Cathedral. The town was unlike anywhere I have ever been. The lives of the people are so different than our lives at home, so it is hard for us to relate. Everyone we passed had their own story, their own struggle, and even if they were selling bracelets for 50 cents a piece, they managed. The culture in which they live is completely unique even in Guatemala.
There is no better representation of their unique culture than the Cathedral in town. It was built in 1547 by the Spanish who were content upon converting the natives to Catholicism. However, upon entering the church it was very obvious that the Catholic culture had been blended with the native Mayan culture in a way not seen elsewhere. All of the saints that lined the walls and the figures behind the altar, including Jesus hanging on the cross, were dressed in brightly colored Mayan robes. Vibrant red banners hung across the Church in celebration. This cathedral served as a reminder to me that even though it may seem like our cultures do not mix, they can. With just a little creativity we can reconcile our differences and blend with people who may not seem to have anything in common with us.
Leaving the cathedral, we went into town to eat lunch. We went to a restaurant in town where the common meal choice was a complete fried fish covered in garlic. It was deep fried and was very recognizable with the head completely intact. Everyone was very satisfied and left happy.
We went out into the streets to shop for whatever we wanted to buy. A popular choice was artwork done in the traditional style of Guatemala with busy paintings and bright colors. Others bought shirts, bracelets, and other mementos. Despite a language barrier, we were all able to successfully negotiate the prices we wanted for the items we bought. It was a cool experience being able to work past the language barrier and experience something new. After shopping for a while it was time to head back to the retreat center. And we were just in time because a huge thunderstorm was rolling in behind us as we departed.
The drive home was quite lively and full of chatter. Upon arriving back at the retreat center, we ate dinner and then went up to the common room to play games and enjoy each others' company. All in all, it was a fantastic day, but personally we are very ready to get to service and do what we can to help the less fortunate down in the city.
Love all,
Jack Fisher, Greg Miller, and The Guatemala Team
Everything is going well here in Guatemala. There have been no injuries since our last update and we have had the fortune of avoiding illness thus far. As far as we can tell, the mental health of group remains intact. The days have been long but not especially difficult, and they have been supplied with plenty of opportunities for rest. Fortunately, today was a fairly quiet day that furthered our understanding of the local culture.
The morning began in typical fashion. Breakfast began at the far too early hour of 7:00. The wonderful staff of the retreat center treated us to a delicious meal for which we were very grateful. After being awoken by our meal we set out on our journey to Lake Atitlan. The three hour car ride to the lake was not especially welcomed after the long drive yesterday to get to Guatemala, but we knew it would be fun again.
The ride was relatively uneventful seeing as we were all still tired and most of us spent the ride sleeping. Others of us were not as lucky and got car sickness as we winded our way down the narrow mountain road. Excitement rose as the lake came into view between the mountains. Lake Atitlan is truly a place of tremendous beauty. The lake is as clear and clean as any lake you will find. Surrounding the lake are small mountains covered in forest with deep green foliage. Throughout the day clouds shrouded the tops of the mountains, adding a level of mystery to the whole trip. Small towns lined the perimeter of the lake, but we could only visit one.
We all climbed aboard a ferry at the magnificent Hotel Atitlan. Just as we were boarding, a helicopter landed right by us which was a new experience for many people. All of us boys aboard the boat (hence the title) crossed the lake. It is a very large lake so the ride took a full 40 minutes. We passed between two volcanos (do not worry - they were not active) across to Santiago Atitlan. Seeing the immense beauty of the nature around the lake was something special. Few places can make you just stop and admire the true incredibleness of nature, but this did. Places like this make you realize why we must preserve the planet and actively work against the environmental destruction humans are so apt at.
Arrival in Santiago Atitlan marked a shift in our day. The town is bustling with life. We passed through the town and tried our best to observe everything that was going on: shops lined the streets, vendors attempted to sell their goods, people carried their purchases home, stray dogs wandered, and we marched upward toward the Cathedral. The town was unlike anywhere I have ever been. The lives of the people are so different than our lives at home, so it is hard for us to relate. Everyone we passed had their own story, their own struggle, and even if they were selling bracelets for 50 cents a piece, they managed. The culture in which they live is completely unique even in Guatemala.
There is no better representation of their unique culture than the Cathedral in town. It was built in 1547 by the Spanish who were content upon converting the natives to Catholicism. However, upon entering the church it was very obvious that the Catholic culture had been blended with the native Mayan culture in a way not seen elsewhere. All of the saints that lined the walls and the figures behind the altar, including Jesus hanging on the cross, were dressed in brightly colored Mayan robes. Vibrant red banners hung across the Church in celebration. This cathedral served as a reminder to me that even though it may seem like our cultures do not mix, they can. With just a little creativity we can reconcile our differences and blend with people who may not seem to have anything in common with us.
Leaving the cathedral, we went into town to eat lunch. We went to a restaurant in town where the common meal choice was a complete fried fish covered in garlic. It was deep fried and was very recognizable with the head completely intact. Everyone was very satisfied and left happy.
We went out into the streets to shop for whatever we wanted to buy. A popular choice was artwork done in the traditional style of Guatemala with busy paintings and bright colors. Others bought shirts, bracelets, and other mementos. Despite a language barrier, we were all able to successfully negotiate the prices we wanted for the items we bought. It was a cool experience being able to work past the language barrier and experience something new. After shopping for a while it was time to head back to the retreat center. And we were just in time because a huge thunderstorm was rolling in behind us as we departed.
The drive home was quite lively and full of chatter. Upon arriving back at the retreat center, we ate dinner and then went up to the common room to play games and enjoy each others' company. All in all, it was a fantastic day, but personally we are very ready to get to service and do what we can to help the less fortunate down in the city.
Love all,
Jack Fisher, Greg Miller, and The Guatemala Team
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Day 3: El Viaje a Guatemala
Good morning all!
Yesterday, the team safely completed the journey from El Salvador to Guatemala City. The trip was fairly uneventful, although many of us were enchanted with the passing countryside as we swept past rolling plantations, vivid volcanoes, and dense forests on our passage north.
When we arrived at the retreat house, a few of the guys braved the rain to play a quick game of soccer before we exchanged money into quetzales. After a trip to a local bank and the grocery store (where some of the team bought clean shirts and soap! ....and chips and Fruit by the Foot), we returned to La Casa Claret. The team broke into teams and committed to an exhausting two hours of intense, competitive soccer. I need to remember to stretch before we play next because I am not at all as young as I used to be.
Today we will head west into the countryside of Guatemala to visit the villages of Lake Atitlan.
Take comfort in knowing that we are all safe and healthy, and all the students are greatly enjoying the experience thus far.
We send our love to all at home in Toledo.
Mr. Dane and the Team
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Day 2: Mindful of Martyrs
Although we were told what we were going to be doing today, we were not sure quite what to expect. We soon discovered what the day had in store for us, both physically and mentally.
The day started out with a short prayer outside the chapel. This was solely to help us get in the mindset of reflection and awareness for the day. We were then supplied with a delicious breakfast from the retreat house. After our bodies were fueled for the long day ahead, we ventured out to our first stop: The Universidad de El Salvador. Here, we first walked through the building in which six Jesuit priests were murdered during the Civil War in El Salvador. First, we looked at the accesories, pictures, and clothes of the priests who were murdered. This was very moving in that it helped us to realize that this situation was real, and that this was not something that happened a long time ago. We then walked past the "Garden of Roses," where a beautiful garden was planted in memory of the slaughtered priests, and two innocent women in the building whose lives were also taken at that time. Initially there were six red roses that represented the priests, and two yellow roses that represented the women. Then we were presented with a few photo albums. These albums each contained something different, but the most moving one was the album filled with pictures of the dead priests. The pictures in the albums were very graphic, and very disturbing to look at. It was at this point that our team started to realize how little respect the Salvadorians were shown at the time of the Civil War.
The next stop was the house of Bishop Romero. At this location, our guide, Andres, explained the life of Romero, and expanded upon his significance during his time. We learned about how he had formed a solid relationship with the Pope, how he had not been afraid to stand with his people in public, and how he was seen as a great leader within the Church. At his house we saw his personal car, walked through his living room and bedroom. These rooms displayed many pictures of him, displayed his collection of books (his own homilys included), and the clothes that he was wearing when he was assassinated. Just before we left his house, an audio recording was played for us to listen to. This recording contained Monseñor Romero´s final Homily and the gunshot that killed him directly after his finishing of it. This recording filled all of us with awe, for his Homily discussed how he knew he was going to die, and that he would fully forgive the person who would kill him. As discussed by the group later in the day, we determined that Monseñior Romero had achieved a point in his life where he had fully given up his ego for the betterment of the Salvadorian people. After visiting his house, we walked directly to the Church in which he was killed. Here, we sat in the pews for a few minutes to pray and reflect upon the events that had taken place in the Church nearly 25 years ago.
With the events of the morning still in our minds, we returned to the retreat house for lunch. Again, we were supplied with food muy bueno, and were given about a two and a half total block of time to spend doing whatever our hearts desired. Some of us played cards, some read, some slept, some kicked around a hackey-sack, and some even played with their new slingshots (Sohum). This was a great time to help relieve us of the weighty things placed in our minds in the morning, but also to help them settle in with time.
After our "free time," we went to the memorial wall in San Salvador. This wall contained the names of 30,000 who were involved with homicide during the Civil War. This wall extended farther than one could imagine, and reached into our hearts deeper than one would have thought. Knowing that not only these names on the wall suffered, but all of their families as well as those who cared for these people suffered too. This event was the last moving event of the day until the nightly reflection, but we will get to that later.
Next we stopped in to the mall for some time to shop, eat, or just hang out and grow closer as a team. Most of us made a beeline to the ice cream shop. The ice cream was very tasty, but we really did just enjoy being in each others´ company and spending time with one another. We only hung around the mall for about an hour. It seemed quite Americanized, so nobody was really too inclined to stay very long. We are all in the mindset of wanting to experience new and exciting things in this foreign country, and would rather spend our time doing that than being somewhere relatively familiar.
When we arrived back to the retreat house, we soon decided that fried chiken sounded good for dinner. So the team loaded back up into the bus and made way for Pollo Campero. This restaraunt is basically a Spanish KFC. Here, we spent time together not only eating chicken, but improving our Español speaking skills. We took turns ordering our food in Spanish, then after our waiter had left to input the orders, took turns asking Andres different questions in Spanish. The questions ranged from, "Cual es el animal mas grande in El Salvador," translating to "What is the biggest animal in El Salvador," to "Cual es tu color favorito," translating to "What is your favorite color?" This was a lot of fun. We are definitely starting to all grow closer together, and are starting to become more comfortable in this unknown territory.
Shortly after our arrival back to the retreat house, we headed to the chapel for our prayer and reflection time. There is not much we are able to discuss with you about our conversations, for they are supposed to be confidential, and not discussed outside of our group. What we can say though is that we are really taking a lot out of this trip already, and that we realize that we have hardly scraped the suface of our emotions to come while on this trip. It is easy to be open with such a great group of guys (and Mrs. Cabrera), and we could not have asked for a better team for this mission trip.
Signed,
Jessi Guerra and James Miller
The day started out with a short prayer outside the chapel. This was solely to help us get in the mindset of reflection and awareness for the day. We were then supplied with a delicious breakfast from the retreat house. After our bodies were fueled for the long day ahead, we ventured out to our first stop: The Universidad de El Salvador. Here, we first walked through the building in which six Jesuit priests were murdered during the Civil War in El Salvador. First, we looked at the accesories, pictures, and clothes of the priests who were murdered. This was very moving in that it helped us to realize that this situation was real, and that this was not something that happened a long time ago. We then walked past the "Garden of Roses," where a beautiful garden was planted in memory of the slaughtered priests, and two innocent women in the building whose lives were also taken at that time. Initially there were six red roses that represented the priests, and two yellow roses that represented the women. Then we were presented with a few photo albums. These albums each contained something different, but the most moving one was the album filled with pictures of the dead priests. The pictures in the albums were very graphic, and very disturbing to look at. It was at this point that our team started to realize how little respect the Salvadorians were shown at the time of the Civil War.
The next stop was the house of Bishop Romero. At this location, our guide, Andres, explained the life of Romero, and expanded upon his significance during his time. We learned about how he had formed a solid relationship with the Pope, how he had not been afraid to stand with his people in public, and how he was seen as a great leader within the Church. At his house we saw his personal car, walked through his living room and bedroom. These rooms displayed many pictures of him, displayed his collection of books (his own homilys included), and the clothes that he was wearing when he was assassinated. Just before we left his house, an audio recording was played for us to listen to. This recording contained Monseñor Romero´s final Homily and the gunshot that killed him directly after his finishing of it. This recording filled all of us with awe, for his Homily discussed how he knew he was going to die, and that he would fully forgive the person who would kill him. As discussed by the group later in the day, we determined that Monseñior Romero had achieved a point in his life where he had fully given up his ego for the betterment of the Salvadorian people. After visiting his house, we walked directly to the Church in which he was killed. Here, we sat in the pews for a few minutes to pray and reflect upon the events that had taken place in the Church nearly 25 years ago.
With the events of the morning still in our minds, we returned to the retreat house for lunch. Again, we were supplied with food muy bueno, and were given about a two and a half total block of time to spend doing whatever our hearts desired. Some of us played cards, some read, some slept, some kicked around a hackey-sack, and some even played with their new slingshots (Sohum). This was a great time to help relieve us of the weighty things placed in our minds in the morning, but also to help them settle in with time.
After our "free time," we went to the memorial wall in San Salvador. This wall contained the names of 30,000 who were involved with homicide during the Civil War. This wall extended farther than one could imagine, and reached into our hearts deeper than one would have thought. Knowing that not only these names on the wall suffered, but all of their families as well as those who cared for these people suffered too. This event was the last moving event of the day until the nightly reflection, but we will get to that later.
Next we stopped in to the mall for some time to shop, eat, or just hang out and grow closer as a team. Most of us made a beeline to the ice cream shop. The ice cream was very tasty, but we really did just enjoy being in each others´ company and spending time with one another. We only hung around the mall for about an hour. It seemed quite Americanized, so nobody was really too inclined to stay very long. We are all in the mindset of wanting to experience new and exciting things in this foreign country, and would rather spend our time doing that than being somewhere relatively familiar.
When we arrived back to the retreat house, we soon decided that fried chiken sounded good for dinner. So the team loaded back up into the bus and made way for Pollo Campero. This restaraunt is basically a Spanish KFC. Here, we spent time together not only eating chicken, but improving our Español speaking skills. We took turns ordering our food in Spanish, then after our waiter had left to input the orders, took turns asking Andres different questions in Spanish. The questions ranged from, "Cual es el animal mas grande in El Salvador," translating to "What is the biggest animal in El Salvador," to "Cual es tu color favorito," translating to "What is your favorite color?" This was a lot of fun. We are definitely starting to all grow closer together, and are starting to become more comfortable in this unknown territory.
Shortly after our arrival back to the retreat house, we headed to the chapel for our prayer and reflection time. There is not much we are able to discuss with you about our conversations, for they are supposed to be confidential, and not discussed outside of our group. What we can say though is that we are really taking a lot out of this trip already, and that we realize that we have hardly scraped the suface of our emotions to come while on this trip. It is easy to be open with such a great group of guys (and Mrs. Cabrera), and we could not have asked for a better team for this mission trip.
Signed,
Jessi Guerra and James Miller
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Day 1: The Journey Ends, The Trip Begins
I have now been awake for approximately 20 hours. When volunteering earlier today to type this first blog post, I did not consider the effects that sleep deprivation might have on my writing; bare with me as I recount the day's events.
Thanks to the parents who volunteered their driving services so very early this morning, the group arrived with plenty of time to catch our 6:30 flight to Atlanta. Having arrived in Atlanta according to schedule, we ate a quick brunch in the airport, bid goodbye to our United States of America, and loaded on to our international flight to San Salvador. 1,400 miles later, we touched down in El Salvador.
After stepping out into the hot and absurdly humid Salvadoran air (as evidenced by Mr. Dane's instantly sweaty face), we shuffled through customs without a hitch, retrieved all of our luggage, both personal and donations, and stepped out of the airport to meet our International Samaritan appointed guide, Andres. He and others from the retreat house loaded us and our luggage into a bus and an SUV, respectively, for the forty minute drive to our retreat house.
Upon our arrival at the retreat house (near 2:30 Salvadoran time), the journey had ended, and the trip could finally begin.
Replenished by a simple lunch, comprised of steak and rice on corn flat bread, we piled back into our bus and rode to the Metropolitan Cathedral of the Holy Savior downtown. This historic landmark is well known as the site of former Archbishop Oscar Romero's funeral, as well as the demonstration and killings which corresponded with that event. Romero's tomb is found underneath the Cathedral in an open chamber, which includes a chapel and monument marking the tomb. Andres functioned our informational guide at this site, providing details surrounding Romero's life and death; we then spent a moment of prayer encircled around the monument.
We then ascended into the Cathedral itself, taking time to observe the layout and decor. Notable was a painted representation of the Salvadoran people which adorned the inside of the Cathedral's large dome, located directly over the altar. Given time to ourselves, each member of the group sat and reflected silently, in thought and prayer, in pews all around the main chamber. When ready, we left the Cathedral in silence.
Transitioning from this sobering experience, we ventured into the streets to try our hands at market shopping. Andres provided a short tutorial on the art of bartering, and then sent us on our ways. We wandered in groups through a large market building, densely packed with all sorts of goods: clothing, hats, paintings, bags, purses, shoes and more lined the walls of tiny departments, each with a dedicated vendor eager to show off their merchandise. Items purchased included ponchos, hats, t-shirts, a slingshot for $1.50, a guitar for $20, and a painted piece of tree for $10. Reminded that more opportunities for shopping would arise, we chose conservatively and departed without leaving too large of a dent in our collective pockets.
We returned to the retreat house, taking some time to settle in before gathering for a potato-and-beans-filled dinner at 6:40. The final event of the day was a time of group reflection in the chapel, initiated with a reading from the words of Oscar Romero and the Bible. Included in the discussion were answers to the questions:
What "seeds", or ideas/goals, do we hope to plant in ourselves and others during this trip?
What do we expect to get out of our time in El Salvador before travelling to Guatemala to work?
And, what is a martyr?
Group members were each able to share their responses, made in light of the day's events and our own impressions of the trip thus far. After ending with a prayer, we retreated to our rooms for the night, myself and my roommate, Greg, excluded...we got to stay up and write this!
It was a long and tiring day, but we've made a good start and there is plenty to look forward to. Tomorrow will be filled short trips around the area, to sites related to Romero and others who supported the cause of the Salvadoran people; check for the next post relating all the events as they happened.
Now it's time for me to get some sleep. I plan to be up early tomorrow...rumor has it the sunrise is beautiful down here!
Goodnight, God bless, and Go Titans.
Jacob Dziubek
Thanks to the parents who volunteered their driving services so very early this morning, the group arrived with plenty of time to catch our 6:30 flight to Atlanta. Having arrived in Atlanta according to schedule, we ate a quick brunch in the airport, bid goodbye to our United States of America, and loaded on to our international flight to San Salvador. 1,400 miles later, we touched down in El Salvador.
After stepping out into the hot and absurdly humid Salvadoran air (as evidenced by Mr. Dane's instantly sweaty face), we shuffled through customs without a hitch, retrieved all of our luggage, both personal and donations, and stepped out of the airport to meet our International Samaritan appointed guide, Andres. He and others from the retreat house loaded us and our luggage into a bus and an SUV, respectively, for the forty minute drive to our retreat house.
Upon our arrival at the retreat house (near 2:30 Salvadoran time), the journey had ended, and the trip could finally begin.
Replenished by a simple lunch, comprised of steak and rice on corn flat bread, we piled back into our bus and rode to the Metropolitan Cathedral of the Holy Savior downtown. This historic landmark is well known as the site of former Archbishop Oscar Romero's funeral, as well as the demonstration and killings which corresponded with that event. Romero's tomb is found underneath the Cathedral in an open chamber, which includes a chapel and monument marking the tomb. Andres functioned our informational guide at this site, providing details surrounding Romero's life and death; we then spent a moment of prayer encircled around the monument.
We then ascended into the Cathedral itself, taking time to observe the layout and decor. Notable was a painted representation of the Salvadoran people which adorned the inside of the Cathedral's large dome, located directly over the altar. Given time to ourselves, each member of the group sat and reflected silently, in thought and prayer, in pews all around the main chamber. When ready, we left the Cathedral in silence.
Transitioning from this sobering experience, we ventured into the streets to try our hands at market shopping. Andres provided a short tutorial on the art of bartering, and then sent us on our ways. We wandered in groups through a large market building, densely packed with all sorts of goods: clothing, hats, paintings, bags, purses, shoes and more lined the walls of tiny departments, each with a dedicated vendor eager to show off their merchandise. Items purchased included ponchos, hats, t-shirts, a slingshot for $1.50, a guitar for $20, and a painted piece of tree for $10. Reminded that more opportunities for shopping would arise, we chose conservatively and departed without leaving too large of a dent in our collective pockets.
We returned to the retreat house, taking some time to settle in before gathering for a potato-and-beans-filled dinner at 6:40. The final event of the day was a time of group reflection in the chapel, initiated with a reading from the words of Oscar Romero and the Bible. Included in the discussion were answers to the questions:
What "seeds", or ideas/goals, do we hope to plant in ourselves and others during this trip?
What do we expect to get out of our time in El Salvador before travelling to Guatemala to work?
And, what is a martyr?
Group members were each able to share their responses, made in light of the day's events and our own impressions of the trip thus far. After ending with a prayer, we retreated to our rooms for the night, myself and my roommate, Greg, excluded...we got to stay up and write this!
It was a long and tiring day, but we've made a good start and there is plenty to look forward to. Tomorrow will be filled short trips around the area, to sites related to Romero and others who supported the cause of the Salvadoran people; check for the next post relating all the events as they happened.
Now it's time for me to get some sleep. I plan to be up early tomorrow...rumor has it the sunrise is beautiful down here!
Goodnight, God bless, and Go Titans.
Jacob Dziubek
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