Thankfully, my wonderful friends and family in El Salvador ARE cultured and know English and Spanish and can get me through quite wonderfully.
The purpose of this trip was to see my sister after she gave birth to her second child, Kosuke. When I was on my way out there to visit, I envisioned us chilling at her apartment everyday, just hanging out - which would have been great, I love my fam - but Lois is a trooper and just a week and a half after having a baby was up for just about everything.
We went to Taka's (my brother-in-law) brother's house the first day and laid out in the sun, followed by a wonderful visit to a Mexican restaurant where I was tricked into drinking the worst drink that was ever invented - the Michelada. I've heard rumors that certain countries even use it for torture. How did he trick me into this you might ask? By simply asking the waiter for the drink in Spanish. BECAUSE I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT ANYMORE. I really need to get on that. You are about to understand why. Just take a look at the ingredients.
2 teaspoons honey
1/4 cup kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper
2 limes
2 cups light Mexican beer
2 1/2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
2 teaspoons hot sauce (such as Tabasco)
1 teaspoon low sodium soy sauce
1/2 jalapeno, seeded and diced
freshly cracked black pepper
Seems like its not a real drink, right? Well, it is. And, its Taka's favorite. AND I did drink the whole thing. AND SURVIVED. Apparently its a fav down there.
The following day (Easter) we relaxed by the pool and read some books and drank some beers. We then headed to an Argentinian steakhouse that had filet mignon that just melts in your mouth.
The next day was a glimpse into the Salvadoran culture. We had a recording with Lois's band that she manages (Back to Earth) scheduled for 10am. I think we showed up at 11:00, knowing that they would be late, and they didn't come until like 12:30. And Lois just rolls with it... I mean hey, they make great music. I got to interview all of them and will be editing together a little "get to know the band" video. We did get to hang out and hear them jam and hear the beginning stages of a song they're working on that Julia wrote!
We made a little return trip to paradise on our last day - or so I thought.
The day started out wonderfully. Taka let me use his boogie board... I may be an extremely adventurous person, but surfing scares me so much! So, I didn't try it this trip - maybe next time. But man, if you wanna feel like a kid again just grab a boogie board; it is great!
We relaxed in the infinity pool for hours and took walks along the beach and stared at my new nephew for long periods of time because he's so perfect. We ate and drank and talked and tanned - burned - whatever.
We ordered pupusas (traditional Salvadoran food) for our last night. Later on in the evening my stomach ended up feeling a bit uneasy, but I figured it was just from being out in the sun all day or something. Everyone turned in early because we had to leave at 4am for the airport. I ended up being up all night sick and hallucinating: Food poisoning. I won't even try to describe to you the things I was seeing in my hours of delirium, it still makes no sense to me.
Everyone woke up to find me laying on the kitchen floor - that is a bad sign right there. But, I somehow managed to get aboard my flight without dying, but started sweating profusely when I realized that I had the middle seat. Let's just say it was an incredibly long day of travel and never before have I been so grateful to see Melissa's white Mercedes and smiling, welcoming face. (Good thing I called her at my layover... she thought I was coming in two days later.)
I lived to tell about it. That is all that matters now!
The following day (Easter) we relaxed by the pool and read some books and drank some beers. We then headed to an Argentinian steakhouse that had filet mignon that just melts in your mouth.
The next day was a glimpse into the Salvadoran culture. We had a recording with Lois's band that she manages (Back to Earth) scheduled for 10am. I think we showed up at 11:00, knowing that they would be late, and they didn't come until like 12:30. And Lois just rolls with it... I mean hey, they make great music. I got to interview all of them and will be editing together a little "get to know the band" video. We did get to hang out and hear them jam and hear the beginning stages of a song they're working on that Julia wrote!
We made a little return trip to paradise on our last day - or so I thought.
The day started out wonderfully. Taka let me use his boogie board... I may be an extremely adventurous person, but surfing scares me so much! So, I didn't try it this trip - maybe next time. But man, if you wanna feel like a kid again just grab a boogie board; it is great!
We relaxed in the infinity pool for hours and took walks along the beach and stared at my new nephew for long periods of time because he's so perfect. We ate and drank and talked and tanned - burned - whatever.
Everyone woke up to find me laying on the kitchen floor - that is a bad sign right there. But, I somehow managed to get aboard my flight without dying, but started sweating profusely when I realized that I had the middle seat. Let's just say it was an incredibly long day of travel and never before have I been so grateful to see Melissa's white Mercedes and smiling, welcoming face. (Good thing I called her at my layover... she thought I was coming in two days later.)
I lived to tell about it. That is all that matters now!
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