Las Torta

Estoy en Joroco hoy, Un pueblo treinta minutes afuera de San Miguel en el este de El Salvador. Estoy quedando con un hombre, Ryan, del Cuerpo de la Paz. Le encontré en la noche de carnival hace dos días. El es un celebridad en su pueblo porque no hay turistas y el es el único gringo. Y esta mañana, unas personas me veían y sabían mi nombre. Solo porque soy su amigo y jugaba en un partido de fútbol ayer con miembros de la comunidad. El Equipo fue llamado Las Torta. Porque la mayoría de los jugadores son un pocos gordos. Hehe. Comí un helado de meta antes de el partido. Lo no me ayudó durante el partido, pero, trataba correr y impedir un chico de diecitres anos del otro equipo por ganar goles. Y después, había un anochecer muy bonito con volcán san Miguel en la distancia. Bueno, adiós por ahorra.

Kevin

Space, please!

¨Give me some sidewalk space, please.¨ This is what I ask, in my mined, of this girl I´ve been hanging out with. Damn, she crowds my space, man. I think I will go to Bosque El Imposible by myself tomorrow instead of hanging out with her for longer. She is nice enough, but kind of stressful to be around. Its cool because I can practice my Spanish with her, but not cool because I cant speak anything but Spanish with her. She is French and doesn't speak much English. So, its tiring to be with her. I am constantly being bombarded with something. Watched the Salvadorean futbol team lose to Costa Rica last night at a bar. Hmm. I have seen 3 games here in central America, and each time, the team of the country which I am in loses. I want to be somewhere where the team wins so I can see the people go crazy in the streets!!!! The got really excited when El Salvador scored a goal, so I can only imagine what it would be like if they won a game.

I am supposed to be going down to Nicaragua to work on this farm soon, but I´m gonna hang out for a few more days in El Salvador I think. It is expensive here. Or, well, at least it has been for me. I´ve been going out a fair amount and stuff. Went on a couple dates with a girl from San Salvador, so spent some money at the bars and whatnot. Had breakfast at a gas station this morning. They use dollar bills here. Its weird for sure. I think I feel like I´m not spending that much money because maybe I think I'm in the US or something with the dollar bills, so I end up spending a lot of money, for down here at least. Ya know? Or maybe I didn't get that idea across to you. It may be the case. Hey, I ain't goin back to try and clarify or elaborate on it, ok? Just read the sentance again and try to get a feeling for what I was trying to say. Put yourself in my head, swim around fro a while. I will throw you a life preserver in a second when I get back.

I need to film myself doing an impression of this guy

Staying in El Salvador, in the capital, conveniently named, San Salvador. My host is a crazy, ex-crackhead, scientologist. Maximiliano is his name. He has lived in the US several times and tried to fight in Desert Storm. But the army rejected him after 3 weeks of basic training when they found out he wasnt a resident of the U.S. He met Axl Rose at a scientology center in LA 4 years ago. He talked to all 4 of the Baldwin brothers while taking a writen drivers test at the DMV in LA. He also met Robert Downey Jr. drunk in a bar. He is 35, but still fought in the civil war is El Salvador in the ´80s. Must have been at most 16 years old then. He shot peple from helicopters using machine guns. That was for the governments side. But he also fought for the guerillas he says. ¨War is business.¨ His grandfather used to own half of San Salvador, but lost his fortune when he turned to drinking. He own what I believe to be the smallest internet cafe in El Salvador. 3 Computers. His house is right near where Archbishop Romero was killed in 1980, and we went there to see it. He knows the true story of the civil war in El Salvador and wants to write a book abut it. He thinks girls are ¨Yum, yum.¨ He does head-stand pushups first thing in the morning. Then rolls a joint. He has been in jail 2 times. He was once a window washer on skyscrappers in LA. He was deported from the U.S. in El Paso, TX. He is my host. A truly remarkable human being. And really a nice guy actually, just loco.

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