tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42160745798953467892009-02-21T02:52:34.444-08:00First Trinity El Salvador Trip 2008Follow our progress as a group of members and friends of First Trinity Lutheran Church in Washington, DC journeys to El Salvador to build a house with Habitat for Humanity!Amandanoreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-75345571685106903062008-03-04T17:52:00.001-08:002008-12-09T16:36:41.508-08:00Sunday, February 24<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_WEqSR1I/AAAAAAAAALI/Rw9kPPgBQuQ/s1600-h/altar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_WEqSR1I/AAAAAAAAALI/Rw9kPPgBQuQ/s320/altar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174072301591873362" border="0" /></a>Our last day was our most leisurely. We had a late breakfast, then we took some time to worship in an open pavilion as a group before packing to get ready to take a bus to the airport. We all had<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_kkqSR3I/AAAAAAAAALY/42HaupdopME/s1600-h/golden+level+awards.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_kkqSR3I/AAAAAAAAALY/42HaupdopME/s320/golden+level+awards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174072550699976562" border="0" /></a> to make sure that we packed our <a href="http://ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com/2008/03/golden-level-awards.html">golden level</a><a href="http://ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com/2008/03/golden-level-awards.html"> awards</a>, which we had received the night before.<br /><br />I got the big surprise while finishing packing. In some of the clothes in my suitcase that I removed to repack, there was a half-dollar-sized spider (a hairy sucker) trying to stow away! While I was fairly calm at the time (Oh! Look! That's one HUGE <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_WUqSR2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/aCEZAPsOOlk/s1600-h/spider.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_WUqSR2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/aCEZAPsOOlk/s320/spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174072305886840674" border="0" /></a>spider!), I can only imagine how much I would have been freaking out had I not found it until I got back to DC. Finding a giant spider in El Salvador (where it can scurry on home) is one thing--unpacking a hairy, giant spider in your room is something else.<br /><br />On the way back we got our driver to take us the slightly longer route<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_lkqSR4I/AAAAAAAAALg/AzAgg_PEa3E/s1600-h/ocean.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83_lkqSR4I/AAAAAAAAALg/AzAgg_PEa3E/s320/ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174072567879845762" border="0" /></a> along the Pacific coast. It was a pretty curvy route, but the views of the ocean were great. Plus, we went through several tunnels that were carved through mountains, and the walls were still just bare rock. Poor Pr. Tom, who was using his clip-on sunglasses to hold his broken regular glasses together, just thought we had turned out the lights!<br /><br />But despite some minor mishaps (security took Kjersten's guitar strings and half the plane only got static through their headphones and so had to watch Evan Almighty without sound), we made it home safe and sound. It was an extremely successful trip, and definitely one that, despite having to immediately return to our busy lives, we will not soon forget.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-7534557168510690306?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-90970632809973606102008-03-04T15:40:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:36:43.662-08:00Saturday, February 23<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R835f0qSRnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/a10o_uYu9j4/s1600-h/Juayua+church.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R835f0qSRnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/a10o_uYu9j4/s320/Juayua+church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174065872025831026" border="0" /></a>This was our big day to play "tourist" in the beautiful countryside. Sonsonate, where we were staying all week, is along the Ruta de las Flores (Route of the Flowers), a scenic drive starting in San Salvador and working west through the mountains and volcanoes. It's known for the many nurseries and flower plantations and coffee-growing operations that make it extremely beautiful.<br /><br />So on our day off we headed further north to a small town called Juayua (pronounced why-you-ah). The town itself has several neat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83590qSRoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hqH24jrDKgQ/s1600-h/christo+negro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83590qSRoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hqH24jrDKgQ/s320/christo+negro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174066387421906562" border="0" /></a> features that sounded fun. Every weekend it has a "gastronomical festival" that's known around the country for the food vendors it brings in (and, according to our sources, it is pretty heavily regulated by the government to make it safe for tourists). It also has a church, the Iglesia del Christo Negro (Church of the Black Christ), built in the 16th Century. Home to one of the only black crucifixes in Central America, it is a place of pilgrimage for many.<br /><br />Juayua is also the starting point for a hike to seven waterfalls. We were warned going into it that the hike was a strenuous one, so only 9 of us took the trip. The rest of the group decided to take it easy and hang back in the town for the day.<br /><br />I went on the hike, so I can't give a lot of details on what those 5 people <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8361UqSRsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CVurxjlYcFw/s1600-h/church+construction.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8361UqSRsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CVurxjlYcFw/s320/church+construction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174067340904646338" border="0" /></a>did--hopefully one of them will post with some more information. They spent the day with Alex, the guy who drove us to and from work all week and was then contracted to drive us on Saturday, too. Alex took them to several other towns along the Route for some sightseeing and shopping. One of the things they found was a church that had been destroyed by an earthquake in 2001(?). The congregation is rebuilding, bit by bit as they get the money. Plus, after a week of doing concrete construction, the group was able<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R835-EqSRpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k0rJDbKqXyQ/s1600-h/baptism+baby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R835-EqSRpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k0rJDbKqXyQ/s320/baptism+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174066391716873874" border="0" /></a> to see and understand what was going on.<br /><br />The group also had the chance to check out a funeral procession and a baptism.<br /><br />Meanwhile, those of us on the hike (we were joined by a Canadian named Len) had an adventure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R836S0qSRrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jXVCPdEmSWQ/s1600-h/waterfall+group.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R836S0qSRrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jXVCPdEmSWQ/s320/waterfall+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174066748199159474" border="0" /></a> and a half. The waterfalls were incredible--they varied in height from just a few meters tall to over 35. They were mostly in these out-of-the-way places, undisturbed by traffic or a lot of visitors.<br /><br />Of course, that meant that they were anything but easy to get to. When we first got out of the van to meet up with our local guides, we noticed that they had machetes and large coils of rope. We were a little unsure about what these could be for, but we decided to go with the flow.<br /><br />Turns out, we needed them for navigation. Not only did we have to climb<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837JkqSRuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ogu-bSL2Mv4/s1600-h/laura+and+dog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837JkqSRuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ogu-bSL2Mv4/s320/laura+and+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174067688796997346" border="0" /></a> up and down very steep slopes (or walk on footpaths only about as wide as our foot with pretty sharp drop offs on the edge of the path), but we also had some rivers and other things to cross. Some of the rivers we waded through. Another required us to cross a <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83610qSRtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SZLJHu8gWbU/s1600-h/tree+bridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R83610qSRtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SZLJHu8gWbU/s320/tree+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174067349494580946" border="0" /></a>concrete plank about 6" wide (Laura had to carry a dog that was hiking with us but got scared and stopped while on the plank). We also crossed this huge tree that had fallen and created a natural bridge. It was a massive tree, very strong and steady, but just at the right incline where the rope railing was helpful for mental security.<br /><br />About midway through the hike, we came to a waterfall and didn't<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837J0qSRvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jB9wsl8C5Cc/s1600-h/sara+climbing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837J0qSRvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jB9wsl8C5Cc/s320/sara+climbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174067693091964658" border="0" /></a> really see how the path continued on. Then we noticed that the guides were climbing up the rocks and stringing ropes--we were going up! We climbed about halfway up the waterfall and then crossed to the other side, where we had a snack. Then it was back across and up the second half of the waterfall!<br /><br />At another point we went through a coffee plantation. At first it was<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837oEqSRwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7mdhXvvjiso/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837oEqSRwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7mdhXvvjiso/s320/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174068212783007490" border="0" /></a> just walking through the trees, then we headed down--at a pretty good angle and with very loose soil. The key was to grab the trees by the base and use them to hold on as you slid your way down the volcano! Not the cleanest method (but by then we were all pretty filthy anyway), but fun anyway.<br /><br />The final few waterfalls were in an area maintained by an electric company. The company has harnessed the waterfalls and connected them<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R838D0qSRyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UZQw6uyE98Q/s1600-h/lunch+group.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R838D0qSRyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UZQw6uyE98Q/s320/lunch+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174068689524377378" border="0" /></a> to generate hydroelectric power. These were the easiest to get to--there was a well-tended path--and are often used by townspeople and other tourists for swimming holes. We had lunch at waterfall no. 7 and then went back a few to one with a very large swimming pool. While we hadn't planned on going swimming, we decided we were wet and dirty already, and besides--how many times do you get to swim in the base of a waterfall?!<br /><br />The water was very cold, but we enjoyed using the falls as an automated massage and a way to <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837okqSRxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zmpAuqKsdZQ/s1600-h/KJ+swimming.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R837okqSRxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zmpAuqKsdZQ/s320/KJ+swimming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174068221372942098" border="0" /></a>take the first layer of dirt out of our clothes. When we got back to the entrance to the company's property, we found a pickup truck that our guide hired to take us back into town the Salvadorian way--standing up, just holding onto some bars.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R838EEqSRzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hmEU2Q8W4ng/s1600-h/truck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R838EEqSRzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hmEU2Q8W4ng/s320/truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174068693819344690" border="0" /></a><br />Once back at the starting point, we were able to meet up with our group (Alex did NOT want to let us into the van) and spend a bit of time in the town ourselves for sightseeing and shopping, with the others as our unofficial guides. On the way back to the hotel, we also took the time to stop at one more small town and check out their local street artesian festival.<br /><br />All in all, it was a wonderful day, and a great way to end our trip.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R838TEqSR0I/AAAAAAAAALA/bu5URvOsBpk/s1600-h/group+with+Alex.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R838TEqSR0I/AAAAAAAAALA/bu5URvOsBpk/s320/group+with+Alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174068951517382466" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-9097063280997360610?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-24999395525148627672008-03-02T19:45:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:36:44.655-08:00Friday, February 22The final construction day arrived, and we were starting to run <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKGKdMDWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qM3HeUh5Jq4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKGKdMDWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qM3HeUh5Jq4/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173380435455774050" border="0" /></a>out of anything approaching clean clothes. The good news is that we were well on track to meet the goal of 14 total lines of blocks laid.<br /><br />And we made it! By the time we knocked off work, we had all 14 rows up, a completely level and packed floor, and the sewage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKTKdMDYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4i2VwWz_pH8/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKTKdMDYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4i2VwWz_pH8/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173380658794073474" border="0" /></a> ditches were dug and laid with pipe!<br /><br />The time had come for us to bid farewell to our construction site, the family, and the HES Sonsonate people. It had been a great week, but our job was done.<br /><br />Before we left for good, however, Habitat had one more surprise for us--a farewell reception with cake and parting gifts! It was also a chance for final goodbye speeches by Cesar and Veronica, Don Mario, and us to our new friends. Then Patty Cordero (assisted by Cesar and Veronica) gave each of us a small bucket with the HES logo, a t-shirt, and a certificate with our <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKGqdMDXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/edlW_mDfQg8/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKGqdMDXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/edlW_mDfQg8/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173380444045708658" border="0" /></a>group's picture on it. It was a wonderful way to end the work week and, for some of us, a guaranteed clean shirt for the flight home!<br /><br />Habitat also had a cake for us. It was a large round cake, and I was asked to cut it. Normally with round cakes I cut it in wedge-shaped pieces, but this was much too large for that, so I started just cutting in a grid pattern. This made the Salvadorians laugh; normally with such a cake they cut a smaller round cake out of the middle and then cut semi-wedge pieces from the outer circle and work inward. Our cake, however, was cake cut gringo-style!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKgadMDZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mrrHQY2mMek/s1600-h/group.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uKgadMDZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mrrHQY2mMek/s320/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173380886427340178" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-2499939552514862767?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-66263677174362310022008-03-02T17:57:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:36:46.862-08:00Thursday, February 21<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tyIadMDOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-52N21Hsf4c/s1600-h/house+start.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tyIadMDOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-52N21Hsf4c/s320/house+start.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354085831412962" border="0" /></a>While we were fresh off a shorter day on Wednesday, we were all<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tzlqdMDVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cIhmuFcGbT8/s1600-h/ditch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tzlqdMDVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cIhmuFcGbT8/s320/ditch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173355687854214482" border="0" /></a> moving a bit more slowly as the week went on. Still, we kept plugging along, continuing raising the walls and moving from inside the house to finishing some of the outside the house yard work. It's filthy work, but those ditches needed to be dug!<br /><br />And as we kept on building, the snack hits kept on coming. Every morning at 10 and every afternoon at 2:30 or 3 we were<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tyZKdMDQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xmpYMclMgyw/s1600-h/cesarito.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tyZKdMDQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xmpYMclMgyw/s320/cesarito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354373594221826" border="0" /></a> served snacks--a little something to help us keep going. From the very beginning, the snacks were absolutely incredible.<br /><br />Part of the reason they were so great is because they were so fresh! I mean, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tyIqdMDPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GXoMuLS1d4Q/s1600-h/pineapple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tyIqdMDPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GXoMuLS1d4Q/s320/pineapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354090126380274" border="0" /></a>canned pineapple cannot come close to comparing with pineapple freshly cut, and probably picked just a few hours prior. And that was only one of the first snacks we got!<br /><br />Another afternoon featured fresh coconut milk and meat. We saw the coconuts unloaded from the truck, and then Cesar and Veronica chopped them open with a machete for us to stick a straw into and drink. When we finished<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8ty3qdMDSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hczizvqui-c/s1600-h/coconuts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8ty3qdMDSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hczizvqui-c/s320/coconuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354897580231970" border="0" /></a> the milk in a coconut, they cut open the husk to allow us to scoop out the coconut meat. It was definitely a treat that is just NOT the same in the US. It was, however, a treat that got mixed reviews from the group. While some loved the taste, others could only take a few sips of the very rich, sweet milk.<br /><br />Wednesday afternoon was my favorite snack story. I was mixing the <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tzF6dMDUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WDtr3dL9b6U/s1600-h/V+in+tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tzF6dMDUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WDtr3dL9b6U/s320/V+in+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173355142393367874" border="0" /></a>mortar with Cesar, when he pointed out a mango tree. A mango tree that was being climbed by his wife, who was picking green mangos! For snack that afternoon, we had green mangos (peeled, cut with a knife, then spread with salt and sometimes with tobasco sauce), almost directly from the tree! Veronica was wicked with the<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8ty36dMDTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bOouLMrbHws/s1600-h/peeling+mangos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8ty36dMDTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bOouLMrbHws/s320/peeling+mangos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354901875199282" border="0" /></a> knife. She made cuts in the mango so quickly while holding the fruit that we were a bit afraid; so to show off, she closed her eyes! That's what I call skill.<br /><br />There were all sorts of other fresh fruits--watermelon, bananas (while they weren't ripe yet, we did see bananas growing on the <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uNiqdMDaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n992u0xERSk/s1600-h/watermelon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8uNiqdMDaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n992u0xERSk/s320/watermelon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173384223616929186" border="0" /></a>tree that we eventually cut down in the family's backyard) , and cantaloupe. We also had freshly squeezed juice from various other fruits for lunch. They came in these plastic baggies, tied up tight. To drink, you either had to bite off a small corner of the bag and drink it straight from the bag, or you had to <span style="font-style: italic;">carefully</span> try to pour it into your glass (some did this with more success than others. But with everything so fresh and so delicious, it'll be hard getting used to what we get in the grocery store again!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-6626367717436231002?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-1467422676713288222008-03-02T16:53:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:36:48.666-08:00Wednesday, February 20<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tWwKdMC-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/e-iMc3No3IA/s1600-h/at+start.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tWwKdMC-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/e-iMc3No3IA/s320/at+start.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173323982405635042" border="0" /></a>Day 3 of construction, and we were right on schedule. The folks working on the floor finished up today, and just in time. Right after our afternoon snack, the heavens opened up with a deluge of rain. February is the dry season in El Salvador, and this amount of rain in the<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tYj6dMDEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oqIf6CTr8A4/s1600-h/finishing+the+floor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tYj6dMDEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oqIf6CTr8A4/s320/finishing+the+floor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173325970975493186" border="0" /></a> middle of the day was pretty unusual. At first we were able to keep working, but then it just got too hard to continue. The neighbor of the house, Anna Theresa, who had been allowing us to store tools and more at her house all week, very generously let us track mud and more into her house as we sheltered both our bags and our bodies on her porch until it stopped.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8talKdMDNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-N5whz5v_z4/s1600-h/floor+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8talKdMDNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-N5whz5v_z4/s320/floor+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173328191473585362" border="0" /></a>While the rain interrupted our full head of steam we had built up, it did give us a chance to see that the dirt floor was solid--even soaking wet it didn't move when people walked on it, and there weren't puddles from low spots. It seemed that the concrete and tile would be on firm ground!<br /><br />The rain also came on an unfortunate day. Wednesday was a short day, because it is the day that HES schedules for a "cultural exchange." We stopped work early, put on our Thrivent Builds shirts, and left the site for a field trip.<br /><br />First stop was at the house that I worked on in August. When I had last seen it, the walls were<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tXEqdMDCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7EHcUlnu8Co/s1600-h/august+end.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tXEqdMDCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7EHcUlnu8Co/s320/august+end.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173324334592953378" border="0" /></a> not complete, and it was all very not-finished. Because we were working in the same reason and then expressed an interest in seeing a finished Habitat house, the HES staff arranged for us to visit "my" old house to see it with the family moved in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tWwadMC_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QrzO3XQ0wWQ/s1600-h/house+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tWwadMC_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QrzO3XQ0wWQ/s320/house+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173323986700602354" border="0" /></a>That was really neat for me. Not only to see what a complete, inhabited Habitat house looks like, but to have a chance to see the house that I helped build finished, painted, and with stuff in it! The lady of the family (Carmina, wife of Tito, who is the brother of Victor, the HES Sonsonate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tZIqdMDLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7kX8d_kAFz4/s1600-h/group+at+house.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tZIqdMDLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7kX8d_kAFz4/s320/group+at+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173326602335685810" border="0" /></a> construction supervisor) was also kind enough to allow us to traipse through her house to get a look at how the lights and other interior fixtures work. That house is slightly larger than the one we were working on (3 bedrooms vs. our 2), but the concept was the same. Carlos had returned to be with us, and he took the time to answer some of our questions about how the houses are finished.<br /><br />After the tour of the finished house, we went back into the small <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tYw6dMDJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rGwb02zDBb0/s1600-h/restaurant.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tYw6dMDJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rGwb02zDBb0/s320/restaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173326194313792658" border="0" /></a>town of San Antonio del Monte, a little place just outside of the town of Sonsonate. San Antonio del Monte is the home of the restaurant that catered all of our lunches while we were working. The man who owns the place lived in the US for about 25 years, and then he and his wife moved back home so that she could open the restaurant.<br /><br />So we visited the restaurant for a little taste of El Salvador--pupusas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tZIadMDKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/twlZzNN08KM/s1600-h/group+at+restaurant.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tZIadMDKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/twlZzNN08KM/s320/group+at+restaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173326598040718498" border="0" /></a> These stuffed corn tortillas (usually filled with cheese and/or beans, though sometimes with chicken or veggies) are the traditional dish of El Salvador. Everywhere we went in the country, we saw these small pupuserias offering them up for sale. They are often served with shredded cabbage and a mild salsa, and are very filling; and this afternoon, we were offered all we could eat.<br /><br />We stuffed our faces for a while, then went on a bit of a walkabout of <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tZnqdMDMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w1sct4e0lE0/s1600-h/san+antonio+church.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8tZnqdMDMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w1sct4e0lE0/s320/san+antonio+church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173327134911630530" border="0" /></a>San Antonio. About a block from the restaurant is a beautiful small church, built during colonial times (I'm guessing by the Spanish, though I can't confirm that). It has held up incredibly over the years, including through several earthquakes and the countless small tremors that often go through the country.<br /><br />We were very fortunate to have Victor with us. He attends the San Antonio church, so he was able to give us the lowdown on the building and its various historic features. He was extremely proud of the church, and it gave him great pleasure to be able to show it off.<br /><br />From there it was back in the van and "home" to the hotel!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-146742267671328822?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-62437663420174921572008-03-01T19:31:00.001-08:002008-12-09T16:36:50.218-08:00Tuesday, February 19<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8onUqdMC2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/v5rS9CBKSpQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8onUqdMC2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/v5rS9CBKSpQ/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172990357936016226" border="0" /></a>Construction, while varying slightly each day, was not something that bears recounting in great detail each day. Basically, throughout the week, we continued to put up walls, fill in the floor and yard, and eventually dug up some of that yard to lay sewage pipes. We did some landscaping (aka removal of banana trees that were in the way of the sewage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8on1adMC6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/oTIIuuPXxHU/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8on1adMC6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/oTIIuuPXxHU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172990920576732066" border="0" /></a> trenches), and various other small jobs around the worksite. Pictures are really all that are needed to tell that part of the story--recounting those details would just be repetitive and, frankly, not that interesting to read.<br /><br />Instead, I'll take this word space to tell other stories about our experience and the week. And while I tell these stories, I'll sprinkle more pictures of us digging in the dirt and putting up concrete walls!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8onVadMC4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0W0TQz1a6ck/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8onVadMC4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0W0TQz1a6ck/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172990370820918146" border="0" /></a>The family for whom we were building the house is made up of a father (Cesar), mother (Veronica), son (Cesarito, aged 5), and Veronica's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8ooradMC8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9uPvFiOm39A/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8ooradMC8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9uPvFiOm39A/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172991848289668034" border="0" /></a> pregnant younger sister (Naomi). They are a wonderful group of people--open, welcoming, and kind and generous to all of us.<br /><br />Veronica's mother taught her how to make a living by crossing the border into Guatemala, buying clothes there, then crossing back to sell them at market in San Salvador. By living carefully within a budget, Veronica was able to set aside money each month to pay for a small plot of land in the hopes that one day she would be able to build a house on it.<br /><br />And last December, while she was making one of her last payments,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8on1KdMC5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XBCpnKshlEc/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8on1KdMC5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XBCpnKshlEc/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172990916281764754" border="0" /></a> someone told Veronica about Habitat for Humanity. Because in El Salvador the program is that you have to own your land before being accepted as a homeowner, Habitat was a dream come true for this family. Instead of being a long-term, far off dream, owning their own home is an immediate reality.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8onU6dMC3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hcCJ42GMTHM/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8onU6dMC3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hcCJ42GMTHM/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172990362230983538" border="0" /></a>They were right there with us throughout the week. The place where they are currently living is about 2 blocks up the road, and it was the place where we had a bathroom and where we ate lunch. While Veronica was usually back at her house, taking care of things there, Cesar was working alongside us, mixing concrete, digging ditches and lugging dirt, and sharing his wonderful sense of humor (especially when there was a language mix-up along the way!).<br /><br />On Thursday, Veronica shared some family pictures with us at lunch. She showed us some family members we hadn't been able to meet, and some delightful pictures of Cesarito when he was younger. We knew we were really in the family, however, when the pictures of Cesar at a fun Father's Day event in drag were brought out!<br /><br />After that, before we headed back to work for the afternoon, Cesar took us on a short walking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8on1adMC7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/inNtw9BqkGc/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8on1adMC7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/inNtw9BqkGc/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172990920576732082" border="0" /></a> tour of the neighborhood. The tour started at his church, a Mormon church. Cesar's father is the leader of the church, and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8opBadMC9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/M9SAKz9XZZ0/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8opBadMC9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/M9SAKz9XZZ0/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172992226246790098" border="0" /></a>Cesar is the head of the men's group. The church was built by the US Mormon church, and it has about 150 members. When they reach 200, the US church will build them another, larger building on the same grounds, since their current building is too small to house that number of people.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-6243766342017492157?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-47940342264948759572008-03-01T18:40:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:36:51.510-08:00Monday, February 18<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8obkadMCuI/AAAAAAAAADk/4A9bx-Judwc/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8obkadMCuI/AAAAAAAAADk/4A9bx-Judwc/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172977434379422434" border="0" /></a><br />First day of construction!<br /><br />When we arrived, there were already 5 rows of blocks up on the house. We knew our goal for the week was 14 rows total, plus a great deal of work on the floor and yard of the house, so our work was cut out for us, and we got straight to it.<br /><br />The primary work for the first part of the day was on the floor in the house. There were many trenches left from the digging of the foundation that had to be filled in, and then the entire floor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8oc_KdMCxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HuzE_oa5Fwg/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8oc_KdMCxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HuzE_oa5Fwg/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172978993452550930" border="0" /></a> of the house had to be raised by a foot or so. This meant bringing in lots and lots of dirt (in five gallon buckets) from piles outside the house, digging out the trash, and then pounding it down with things we called "tampers"--coffee cans filled with concrete with large wooden handles attached.<br /><br />While these are fairly simple steps, they are very time consuming. In <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8odYKdMCzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JiM7teIAc1c/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8odYKdMCzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JiM7teIAc1c/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172979422949280562" border="0" /></a>addition to the many shoes, odd toys, and random household items we discovered in the ground around the house, we had to pick out the organic matter (roots, plants, etc.) that was in the dirt going into the floor. While the floor will be tiled over, it was important that there not be anything in the dirt that might eventually rot and create a soft spot to weaken the floor.<br /><br />Shortly before lunch we began laying our first round of bricks. Because of<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8oeQqdMC0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2BuUapI1Rm8/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8oeQqdMC0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2BuUapI1Rm8/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172980393611889474" border="0" /></a> his previous experience, Don worked in tandem with our mason, Don Mario (the Don is an honorific for the master mason and our construction supervisor, Victor). Don Mario used the first day as a chance to work with Don and both show him Salvadorian construction techniques and to learn some of how similar work might be done in the U.S. Don apparently did a good job, because by the end of the day Tuesday, Don was working solo!<br /><br />As we worked throughout the week, we stuck to several basic rules--hydrate (there was always<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8odIadMCyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/W89sRVbk7Bs/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8odIadMCyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/W89sRVbk7Bs/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172979152366340898" border="0" /></a> plenty of bottled water on site), and wear a lot of sunscreen! We were pretty fortunate that our work site had shade available for much of the day, and we often had cloud cover in the middle of the afternoon. Still, we all decided it would be better to be safe than sorry!<br /><br />Then, after work, we headed back to the hotel for some <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8oeuqdMC1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ufd1HSOwzcI/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8oeuqdMC1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ufd1HSOwzcI/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172980909007965010" border="0" /></a>relaxation after our strenuous day. Some of us hit the pool, while others elected just to take a shower and sit for a while. Either way, it was a wonderful end to a first day of work.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-4794034226494875957?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-67472716754052773922008-03-01T08:29:00.000-08:002008-03-02T19:18:53.759-08:00Golden Level AwardsAt our last evening meal after we had completed our week of work we held the First Trinity Awards Banquet. Awards were determined by a secret commitee only know to Pastor Tom and presented to the group by our fearless leader Amanda Wahlig. Each recipient received a "Golden Level Award" because everybody knows that a good house is a straight and level house. Awards were not distributed in order of importance except for our last two very special people.<br /><br />1. Golden Level Award to Don Titzman, Master Mason.<br />2. Golden Level Award to Sarah Speckhard, Assistant Master Mason.<br />3. Golden Level Award to Ron Morgan, Asssitant Master Mason and all around good guy.<br />4. Golden Level Award to Sean Dillon as Master Digger.<br />5. Golden Level Award to Kent Forde as Master of Fully Loaded Wheel Barrow Driver and assistant UN Ambassador.<br />6. Golden Level Award to Emily Oline Master of Chispa down the Block.<br />7. Golden Level Award to Keith Wahlig for Master Chispa maker and part-time trench digger.<br />8. Golden Level Award to Amanda Patton for Master of Espanol according to Amanda and Master All Purpose Worker.<br />9. Laura Dillon known to boarder control as Laura Liefer Master Weeder and Master Shopper of Artist Gifts.<br />10. Golden Level Award to John Molinaro: Master of rebar tying and Master of being prepared for everything.<br />11. Golden Level Award to Kjersten Priddy also known to Salvadorians as KJ: Master of Filling cracks in blocks with Mescala.<br />12. Golden Level Award to Cappie Morgan Master Group UN Ambasador, translator, and Master trash collector.<br />13. Golden Level Award to Amanda Wahlig for Master Leader/Director and Master Mescala Maker.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-6747271675405277392?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-85159445468271801382008-02-29T14:31:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:36:55.028-08:00Sunday, February 17Before we got started building, we had a day to explore some of the heart of San Salvador.<br /><br />We woke up to a wonderfully delicious breakfast of typical Salvadorian food--fried plantains, beans, eggs with vegetables, melon, and freshly squeezed fruit juice. It was a great way to wake up in the morning.<br /><br />Since we were headed off to Sonsonate after our time downtown, we had to bid farewell to the people at Casa Concordia as we left. I stayed there for much longer when I was down there in August, and I was sorry not to be able to spend more time with "Mama Trini" and her extended family.<br /><br />We had an escort for the day--Carlos, the HES Church Coordinator. He turned out to be an excellent person to have along, as he was able to answer many of our questions, both about El Salvador in general and the various buildings we were seeing downtown.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iKuqdMCXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rRY8JJHIKH4/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,446.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iKuqdMCXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rRY8JJHIKH4/s320/of%3D50,332,446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172536706310343026" border="0" /></a>First stop was the National Cathedral. From the outside, it looks fairly plain (especially when you compare it to the cathedrals of Europe), and it has beautiful paintings along the outside of the doors.<br /><br />There was a mass just finishing up, so we stood in the back and observed a bit as Communion ended. The presiding priest was actually the Archbishop of San Salvador. Technically he's only in charge of the San Salvador area, but because it's the national capitol, he is expected to have a national voice and presence. Traditionally it has been a position of great power and influence (see more below).<br /><br />The inside of the cathedral is just beautiful. I'll let a few of our pictures do the talking for me:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMUKdMCYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-sazQDENQXA/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,447.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMUKdMCYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-sazQDENQXA/s320/of%3D50,332,447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172538450067065218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMUKdMCYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-sazQDENQXA/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,447.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMU6dMCaI/AAAAAAAAABE/kb99Bf_n-T8/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,449.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMU6dMCaI/AAAAAAAAABE/kb99Bf_n-T8/s320/of%3D50,590,449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172538462951967138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMU6dMCaI/AAAAAAAAABE/kb99Bf_n-T8/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,449.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMVadMCbI/AAAAAAAAABM/SsV-X-CtCEA/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,450.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMVadMCbI/AAAAAAAAABM/SsV-X-CtCEA/s320/of%3D50,332,450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172538471541901746" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMUqdMCZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cJ1AEvOOKXo/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,448.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iMUqdMCZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cJ1AEvOOKXo/s320/of%3D50,590,448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172538458656999826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Below the sanctuary is another very special place--the tomb of Archbishop Oscar Romero. He was Archbishop of San Salvador from 1977 until he was assassinated in 1980. When he was <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iOMqdMCcI/AAAAAAAAABU/IMtuQaQDyxo/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,451.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iOMqdMCcI/AAAAAAAAABU/IMtuQaQDyxo/s320/of%3D50,590,451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172540520241301954" border="0" /></a>appointed, governmental and church officials thought that he would be a great friend to the rich and powerful. But once he got into the midst of the abject poverty in the middle of San Salvador, he quickly became an advocate for the people and economic justice.<br /><br />This earned him both the loyalty and love of the ordinary people and many death threats from elsewhere. At a time when news was highly censored, Archbishop Romero would use his sermons, which were broadcast nationally, as a way to spread the true news about killings and other acts of violence. In 1980 he was celebrating mass when a gunman killed him.<br /><br />A week later, hundreds of thousands of mourners packed the plaza outside the cathedral for the funeral mass. Carlos, who was 12 at the time, was there. He remembered being in the crowd when sharpshooters with rifles and machine guns opened fire on the crowd. In the end, between the shots and the panic, somewhere around 60 people were dead (exact details are not known because of the civil unrest at the time, and will probably never be complete). Now, Archbishop Romero stands as a powerful figure of liberation theology and almost a patron saint in much of Central America. He has been named a "Servant of God," one of the first steps for canonization in the Catholic Church.<br /><br />From the cathedral we went to the national artesians' market for a bit of shopping. Right off the<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iRLadMCdI/AAAAAAAAABc/6FLMaCOpmeU/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,452.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iRLadMCdI/AAAAAAAAABc/6FLMaCOpmeU/s320/of%3D50,590,452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172543797301348818" border="0" /></a> bat, we knew the place was special because of the great mural painted on the wall of a covered area off of the parking lot. We were the only ones there, so we were the center of attention for all the vendors.<br /><br />Typical handicrafts in El Salvador tend to center around wood--carvings, paintings, etc. There are some textiles, but often the textiles are made in Guatemala and brought across the border. However, painted wooden crosses are a very typical art. Some of them have images that are significant, but often the idea is to use bright colors as a symbol of hope and joy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iSY6dMCeI/AAAAAAAAABk/_gve8d_aIX8/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,453.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iSY6dMCeI/AAAAAAAAABk/_gve8d_aIX8/s320/of%3D50,590,453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172545128741210594" border="0" /></a>We ate lunch at a cafe called El Arco, a combination nursery and restaurant. It was up on the side of one of the mountains surrounding San Salvador, and we had beautiful views of the city in the valley below, as well as the San Salvador Volcano. It was great<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iS8adMCgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FkopPUGaDa0/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,455.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iS8adMCgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FkopPUGaDa0/s320/of%3D50,332,455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172545738626566658" border="0" /></a> to see so many growing and blooming things in the middle of February. There were flowers and blooming bushes ready to sell, as well as some beautiful orchids hanging from the covered dining area!<br /><br />We had a little while to wander around <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iUIqdMCiI/AAAAAAAAACE/RVVszi0CFys/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,454.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iUIqdMCiI/AAAAAAAAACE/RVVszi0CFys/s320/of%3D50,590,454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172547048591591970" border="0" /></a>the nursery before sitting down to lunch. The restaurant specializes in sandwiches and desserts. We didn't take the chance to sample the desserts, but the sandwiches were excellent. We were also joined by Dagoberto (Dago), the head of the HES Sonsonate office. He ate lunch with us, then rode with us to Sonsonate so that he could give us some specific information about our build in Sonsonate. He is also someone I worked with in August, and he took very good care of us all week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iXXKdMCmI/AAAAAAAAACk/vQurYFw9us8/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iXXKdMCmI/AAAAAAAAACk/vQurYFw9us8/s320/of%3D50,590,456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172550596234578530" border="0" /></a>Our hotel is beautiful! It's called an "eco parque"--just what it sounds like. The rooms are small cabins, up the mountain from the restaurant and main office. Each of the married couples had their own rooms, while the rest of us split up into men and women and had large "familial" rooms--a double bed and two bunk beds. We had two such familial rooms that were in the same cabin, just on different levels, and the women took the lower level while the men took the upper floor. The setting was beautiful--luscious forest all<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iXmqdMCoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OKLoeYnG8Qw/s1600-h/58.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iXmqdMCoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OKLoeYnG8Qw/s320/58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172550862522550914" border="0" /></a> around, a fire circle (where we were able to have campfires every night), two pools, and lots of flowers (the hotel also serves as a nursery). There were also animals: roosters and hens, and three very large geese that had the run of the place and also like to attack any humans that got too close.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iXXadMCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/bRehteYhrXk/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,457.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iXXadMCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/bRehteYhrXk/s320/of%3D50,590,457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172550600529545842" border="0" /></a>As it turns out, there was something wrong with the electrical pump system up on our end of the mountain, so it was very common for the water in the joint cabin (and Ron and Cappie's cabin, since they were right next to the joint cabin) to go out. Once we figured out how to fix it ourselves, however, it dramatically cut down on the amount of time we were without agua.<br /><br />After dropping our stuff off in the cabins, we went down to meet our mason, the site supervisor, and the family for whom we were building the house. I'll write more about them later, but it was a very pleasant way to get to know a little bit about them and for them to meet us before we were faced with the construction work. Plus, everyone was quite a bit cleaner than they would be for the rest of the week!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-8515944546827180138?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-35366877520492276932008-02-29T13:57:00.001-08:002008-12-09T16:36:55.650-08:00Saturday, February 16<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iCu6dMCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xr7uwcETJSY/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iCu6dMCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xr7uwcETJSY/s320/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172527914512288050" border="0" /></a><br />This was an early morning. Our flight was just before 9 a.m. out of Dulles, so we aimed to be there by 6 so we would have plenty of time to check in and get through security.<br /><br />But everything went well. There were no delays at any step in the process, and we all arrived safely in San Salvador.<br /><br />There we were met by Patty Cordero, the Habitat Host<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iDC6dMCUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/neBr1NrTeUI/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,443.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iDC6dMCUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/neBr1NrTeUI/s320/of%3D50,590,443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172528258109671746" border="0" /></a> Coordinator in El Salvador. She greeted us, got us to our bus, and then bid us a temporary farewell. El Salvador was hosting 4 different international teams, so the central office staff had to spread themselves around. Unfortunately this meant that we wouldn't be able to have someone with us at all times from the main office, but we were still able to contact them, and they would continue to check in as much as possible. It was very impressive the number of people who were there to meet arrivals. In El Salvador, it's traditional for entire families to meet and drop off travelers. This can make things crowded, but very festive.<br /><br />Because we arrived just after 12:30 local time (El Salvador is one hour behind EST), we were a bit hungry. We had gotten breakfast on the plane, but we were<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iD36dMCVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5UaHIa2bvqg/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,444.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iD36dMCVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5UaHIa2bvqg/s320/of%3D50,590,444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172529168642738514" border="0" /></a> ready for some food. We stopped by a very popular chain restaurant, Pollo Compero, on the way to where we were staying. The chain is known for its breaded and fried chicken, and many Salvadorians traveling back to the US will carry boxes to share with family and friends. Ordering was rather interesting due to language barriers, but between Ron and Cappie and the help of the Habitat volunteer, Glenda, with us, we managed to work something out for everyone, including the vegetarians. We also had fun with the motorbike delivery vehicles parked out back!<br /><br />For that night in San Salvador, we were staying at the Casa Concordia, a rooming house that is<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iFu6dMCWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vtx0obC7BXs/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,445.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqlDaaIZySQ/R8iFu6dMCWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vtx0obC7BXs/s320/of%3D50,590,445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172531213047171426" border="0" /></a> associated with the El Salvador Lutheran Church. It is run by a wonderful woman named Maria Trinidad and her family. Her daughters help her prepare the meals and run the place, and her grandchildren and foster children are also around--playing, helping, and generally making the place bright.<br /><br />After we got settled into our rooms, we had a few hours to kill before Pedro, another person from the Habitat El Salvador (HES) office, came to give us our orientation. Many of us took the time to enjoy the warm weather and cool breeze that were available. Kjersten was even brave enough to join the kids for a game of soccer.<br /><br />Pedro gave us a wonderful introduction to El Salvador, giving us all sorts of great information about the housing crisis in the country, difficulties facing HES, and telling us some important safety warnings about how to take care of ourselves on the worksite in the coming week. Pedro himself would be with a Canadian team elsewhere in the country, since they needed a Spanish translator and we had Ron and Cappie!<br /><br />After dinner we continued to explore our surroundings. A group went out to check out the neighborhood, and were able to get a great sense of life in that part of San Salvador. I hope that others who went on the trip will soon post and be able to share their experiences.<br /><br />Don wasn't feeling well, but there was a group of nurses and dentists staying at the Casa Concordia as well, and they shared some of the medicine that they had brought to donate. This turned out to be a wonderful blessing, as Pr. Tom later came down with the same sort of illness. But because we still had medications from our first night, we were able to avoid seeking out additional medical attention and Don and Pr. Tom were able to stay with us as we built the house.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-3536687752049227693?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-37722075507869134782008-02-24T21:36:00.001-08:002008-02-24T21:39:25.795-08:00Home Again!I know that if you're reading this, you don't have much information. That's coming, I promise! We didn't have internet access after the first night, so I apologize to those of you waiting to hear what we were doing.<br /><br />I will have more detailed posts, and others will share stories and pictures, later this week as my schedule allows. But I wanted to say that we are all OK--there were a few minor illnesses along the way, but we met some nurses and other medical people during our first night, and they helped us immensely by providing the proper medications. I am also currently suffering from some allergic reaction to an unknown substance, but if allergies are the worst thing we come home with, that's great!<br /><br />The trip was wonderful, and I cannot wait to share with you all what we have done. Again, thank you for your prayers and support--we could not have done this without you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-3772207550786913478?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-66523539349782916962008-02-17T06:04:00.000-08:002008-02-17T06:07:45.493-08:00ArrivalBuenos Dias!<br /><br />I apologize for the brief post, but our schedule is a bit tight.<br /><br />We have arrived in El Salvador! The flight was excellent··everyone got to the airport without difficulty, and the flight was smooth and on time!<br /><br />For lunch we stopped off at a typical fast food fried chicken restaurant that´s very popular here. Ordering was a bit of an adventure, but we all managed to get something to eat!<br /><br />After we got here yesterday, we got an orientation to the country and Habitat El Salvador before having a chance to sample true homemade Salvadorian food.<br /><br />Today we´re off to explore San Salvador!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-6652353934978291696?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-70489950789883232982008-02-09T12:22:00.001-08:002008-02-09T12:22:58.901-08:00Pastor Tom's viewFrom Pastor Tom:<br /><br />I am looking forward to going with our team. I have been on several habitat builda and have lots of experience working on rehabbing my own homes and many homes for the homeless. Last year our church team, the Biloxi 9, went to The Gulf coast to help rehab homes for those who were flooded out by Katrina. We completely dry walled an entire house in one week. I have been to El Salvador back in the mid 80's during the war. The country and people are beautiful. The war was very sad. I hope that this trip will be a positive life changing experience one all of our team.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-7048995078988323298?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-45868013619255171932008-01-31T10:20:00.000-08:002008-01-31T12:27:19.537-08:00Natural BeautyI just heard from our in-country coordinator, Patty Cordero. Patty has been an <span style="font-style: italic;">incredible</span> help to me in setting up this trip, and I know she has been extremely busy in working with all the other teams coming into El Salvador this year!<br /><br />Habitat arranges our lodging during the time we are working and building, and they do an excellent job of making sure we are as comfortable as possible.<br /><br />The hotel they have chosen for us in February is absolutely beautiful--it took my breath away when I looked at the <a href="http://ecoparquesanbernardo.spaces.live.com/default.aspx">hotel's website</a>. I think we are going to be VERY happy there!<br /><br />We have also finalized some of the final pieces of the itinerary. It's all coming together, and 16 days to go!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-4586801361925517193?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-25790206054071977722008-01-20T19:21:00.001-08:002008-01-21T10:21:49.614-08:00I'm excited!<span style="font-family:times new roman;">This is the first time I have gone out of the country to do a build. I'm looking forward to learning new techniques and hopefully getting some new skills. The leader of this trip, who happens to be my daughter, has also gotten me looking forward to meeting the people and seeing the sights. I am also looking forward to getting to know the people of First Trinity. February 16 can't come soon enough.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-2579020605407197772?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Keith Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03343389217995158518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-8766417045386990372008-01-17T19:29:00.000-08:002008-01-20T12:37:37.534-08:00Less than One Month!!!In one month from yesterday, 14 people will be in El Salvador! It's hard to believe that it's so close!<br /><br />A lot is already finished. Our number is set at 14, everyone is registered, and almost everyone's paperwork is filled out. The tickets are purchased, and everyone seems excited to get there!<br /><br />We got an update from Habitat El Salvador today. We will be building in the area around Sonsonate, a beautiful little town almost directly west of San Salvador. It's where I built when I was there in August, and I'm excited to go back.<br /><br />There has been one change to the itinerary. Instead of taking the free day at the end of our trip to go to the beach, we have decided we would rather see some of the beauty that is the country. So we're going instead to a little town in the mountains named Juauya. It has some beautiful hiking and waterfalls around, and the town itself has a very rare black Jesus statue (it was burned in a fire and never repainted). Best of all, it has a huge food festival in town every weekend, and it's supposed to be one of the best in the country.<br /><br />I spoke to the leader of the trip I took in August, and she and her husband are helping me set up our hotel in San Salvador. If it works out, we'll be at the Casa Concordia and connected with the El Salvador Lutheran Church. Hopefully we'll even have a chance to meet and talk with Bishop Gomez. We'll keep you updated!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-876641704538699037?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-4237912678722555392008-01-09T18:51:00.000-08:002008-01-20T12:38:00.268-08:00Flight is Booked!Well, all 13 people going to El Salvador are registered, and we have booked the group flight from DC to San Salvador!!!! The great news with the flight is that we got a spectacular deal on the airfare--about $100 less per ticket than we had originally thought we might be facing. Pr. Tom joked that the flight was so cheap that several of us might have to fly the plane! Plus, the flight is non-stop, so no dealing with changing planes in Miami or Dallas and all the hassle that means, especially on the way back.<br /><br />There are still details to iron out, but much of that will be done in conjunction with the El Salvador folks. We still need some hotels in-country, and I'm beginning to rethink the beach proposition. I've found this neat little town with spectacular hiking, a unique little church, and a food festival every weekend!!! The beach just seems to be a surfer's hangout, and from what I've read, it's a semi-dangerous area, as well. I think more people would be happy with the change, but I'll talk to the coordinator in El Salvador and see what she thinks.<br /><br />It is great to have some of the biggest steps out of the way and finished. Since this is the first time I've led any group like this, I won't really be able to relax until things are set and ready to go.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-423791267872255539?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216074579895346789.post-36401522243794539502007-12-14T11:36:00.000-08:002007-12-19T12:41:46.957-08:00Our Trip is On!With our Habitat for Humanity trip to El Salvador confirmed and the initial members registering, I thought it would be a good time to establish this blog so that we can share the details of our journey with all our friends, families, and supporters! As the official leader of the trip (though with <u>plenty</u> of help from Pr. Tom), I decided to get the ball rolling.<br /><br />Come February 16-24, members and friends of First Trinity will be headed to El Salvador to build a house with Habitat for Humanity. This trip will be organized through Thrivent Builds Worldwide, a division of Thrivent Financial for Lutherans. Thrivent will not only help us with coordination, etc., but will also provide a great deal of financial support for the El Salvador affiliate! In addition to the $500 per person donation (and right now we have 20 people going), which Thrivent will pay for Thrivent members, Thrivent will give HFH El Salvador an additional $10,000 because of our trip! That's enough to pay for the materials and labor for two additional houses!<br /><br />With the trip coming up so quickly, however, things are moving at a fairly hectic place. Right now team members are registering and paying deposits, securing our place on the schedule. We'll be sure to keep you updated with our progress and let you know how you can help!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216074579895346789-3640152224379453950?l=ftlcelsalvador.blogspot.com'/></div>Amandanoreply@blogger.com0