Rolling through mountain roads overlooking expansive valley vistas that make you lose your breath, we arrived in San Vincente just as the sun was setting. Our little town is tucked away in the mountains, behind a large volcano that looms over the skyline. El Salvador is nothing like I thought it would be. It’s more beautiful and less impoverished, at least in our area.
We piled into the bed of a red pickup and drove to the local supermarket with the rushing wind blowing through our hair and passing streetlights flickering just long enough to light up everyone’s faces. The night sky is black hole, littered with small fluffy clouds and more stars than I’ve seen in a while. It’s beautiful here.
We ate popusas dipped in V8 juice last night. I know it sounds strange, but they were fantastic. Popusas are like a doughy tortilla that’s pan fried with a layer of meat sandwiched inside. We sat around in a circle, ate, and then sang worship songs. It’s hard to believe this is real. After all the praying, planning and frantic packing, I’m actually here, living in Central America. We start working with the local church tomorrow.
