Ladies and Gents, I have less than three months left in El Salvador. Sweet baby Jesus. I hit the 3 month mark while floating with a liter beer in a pool at Playa Tunco. If that isn't best way to recollect that I have to take these three months by storm, I absolutely don't know what is. I'll keep the thoughtful, emotional reflections for later, when I assume I will feel them... for now, I'm counting down and soaking it all in.
Next week I have my final visit from my Jefa, Clelia. After that I plan on going down to La Barra de Santiago to spend Christmas on the beach with my Salvadoran family (Milena, Ben, Mi Comadre and all the kids) I guess I do already feel this sad reality. It will probably be the last time I ever see them, and I will miss them so so much.
But anyway...
Since my last post El Zarzal has been a hopping place. A week and a half of constant, depressing rain, Fiestas Patronales, weddings, baptisms, and Gringo visitors.
I don't have much to say about any of that because, as I do, I waited too long to post and none of it seems terribly interesting now. Besides, I have the sneaking suspicion that while few people view my blog page, even fewer do more than scan the photos. So I added some photos I never got around to editing of the "Baile de los Viejos" from our fiestas. Everybody wins!
Chepito and Tita
Don Jesus defending the baby from zombie attack.
Where did they find these masks?
And finally, Andrea in her first communion outfit. Got her to smile. :)
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