Flying through the streets of San Salvador on a bus – that was once used to take U.S. children to school – you’ll most certainly be approached by someone trying to sell you something, anything. When I traveled to El Salvador back in December of 2008, just one time, I decided to make a purchase… […]
Friday, December 23rd, 2011
archbishop oscar romero is commemorated in El Salvador on the 30th anniversary of his murder
I haven’t started to pack for Costa Rica yet. We leave on Saturday. I have the Boston Blogger Happy Hour tomorrow night (thanks to a lovely organizer) and I’m meeting friends for dinner on Thursday night. I’m also trying to finagle some plans for Friday night because I’m one of those people that likes to […]
I have been doing everything in my power to avoid buying Rosetta Stone. It isn’t because I doubt it’s capabilities, in fact I am certain it is an amazing product. I just can’t bring myself to put down all that money. But, I am determined to learn Spanish. I started with the Pimsleur Method, CD’s […]
A main road in my hometown has a special section that is on a hill. When in a car at speeds around 50 MPH, if you look up at the right time, you can see the Boston skyline in the distance – a whole 15 miles away. Yesterday, even though we expected rain, Mike and […]
When I was in El Salvador, Sue once took me to a little burrito place for dinner. The chefs cooked the food outside on a grill which is were we ordered. The front was open and they sold Pilsener, El Salvador’s national beer. The walls inside were red and the tables and chairs were plastic […]
As part of my packing strategy for my trip to Guatemala and El Salvador, I went to BJ’s Wholesale Club and bought a giant pack of LUNA bars – you would have thought I was packing to go live there. Fearing that I might adopt the comfort level that my friend Sue had achieved after […]
I feel like I have not been myself lately, and by that I mean, the thought of lying around and doing nothing for longer than an hour no longer repulses me. I am not constantly restless nor do I have the need to be always doing something productive. Is it because I love my apartment […]
