Turns out, I don't blog as often as I thought I would. My marketing experience tells me that the best blogs keep up a constant communication between you and your blogging audience. The blogs should be not too long, have some pictures and possibly a video. The World Race suggests that you blog at least twice a week to keep your family and your supporters up to date. For those of you keeping count I've been out on the Race for 6 weeks now…maybe 7. I've written TWO whole blogs and only one of them included pictures. Pretty much, I need to up my blogging game. It's not that I don't have anything to say, I have all sorts to tell you folks. I have deep things to tell you, about seeing God move and crazy experiences and I'd love to even have some NOT so deep things to tell you about like the everyday stuff, where I sleep, what I eat, and who I meet. I'm not gonna lie to you, my life is pretty interesting right now. 😉
So I guess I'll just start… this blog, is going to be about the not so deep stuff, and it's a mush of a tiny bit of Antigua, Guatemala and the last couple weeks here in San Vaciente, El Salvador. And it's really in no particular order, so just go with it.
The outdoor markets here make Winco look like the Ritz Carlton.
My team is alone this month, but three or four times a week we meet up with two other teams and attend church service together.
Having your food prepared for you is amazing, I don't even care that I have veggie soup (yummy soup I might add) 4 times a week and it's +95° outside.
I have not used a seat belt since leaving Florida…fitting 18 people in the back of a truck with worship equipment is a regular event.
My team of six all sleep in the same room
Most houses and walls have barbed wire on the top, here’s a school with it on top of their walls..not sure if it’s to keep the kids in or the robbers out 😉
It's very normal for there to be a conversation going on between the person in the bathroom, the shower, inside the bedroom and the people in the living room all at the same time.
Poor in American standards is in NO WAY close to poor in Central American standards.
Jumping out the back emergency exit of a bus, is sometimes the only way off. Most times it is stopped, once or twice not so much.
No matter what school we go to, poor or expensive, kids are in uniforms. Sometimes if you can't afford a uniform they don't go to school.
El Salvador is WAY hotter the Guatemala.
We attend church service 5 times a week in the evenings, and during the day we go out into communities pray and hand out food or perform skits in local schools.
Papusa's (a traditional El Salvadorian tortilla, bean, cheese, meat thing) are pretty good, but every time I eat them my tummy revolts.
Talking about parasites, bot flis, other mysterious bug bites are normal dinner conversation.
Okay, well there was some random stuff. I'll try and do one of those a month to keep everyone updated to what's going on…I'll throw in some deep profound ones as well, so keep an eye out.
