Well, I'm finally a legitimate PCV in El Salvador. After a long two months of training, a fantastic swearing in ceremony, and a long, amazing night of celebration, I took a bus out west to my new home.
Since then, life has been the expected, yet unwelcome mix of emotion. I can think of no other time in my life where I have had such radical mood swings. The smallest successes are really great, and the littlest setbacks are really killer.
So far I have done a whole lot of nothing. It's depressing. I live sort of outside of my community which is making it hard to get familiar with the place. My Grandpa Hiddleson died last week as well, which made being here and appearing upbeat all the more difficult.
Right now I am living without electicity and taking bucket baths. I will be looking for a new place within the community to live in the next few weeks when I start my community-wide census.
That isn't to say everything is lame. I have some cool stuff going on too, I suppose. I have nice neighbors, friendly counterparts, a cool location....
Last week was Semana Santa, and I spent a lot of time with my host family at Barra De Santiago, relaxing in a hammock, drinking from coconuts and trying to keep up with the Spanish conversation.
I am writing now from the San Salvador office, here on a medical check up. :\ I'm going to use that as the excuse for why this post is rambling and boring. I'm not feeling well. :)
Anyhow, the photos are all out of order again. My bad. What else, what else. I have a new address, if you want it that or my phone number, just e-mail me. :) Miss you all, Lots of Love
The view from my new front door.
Salt and dye. Semana Santa
The COED group of Istepeque. Alfred, Dan, Milton, Jamie, Me, Dan
The Hermana and I at the Embassy
Clayton looking like a bad ass behind the podium. Almost cried.
The Two Dans
Yeahhhh. 