
A few short stories, in no particular order of importance:
Friends- Benjamin (BJ) and Megan (our friends from university) are staying in El Zonte, they come down here fairly regularly. The other night while TK, TS and I (TD) were hanging out in El Tunco, we met a guy named Steve from Santa Monica. The next day Steve went to El Zonte, saw BJ and Meg and they had a reason to have a mini reunion party! The three of them traveled together for a while in Zanzibar (Tanzani) in 2005 and have loosely kept in touch. Cool reunion, and great guy. Steve took off to Guatemala but I´m sure one of us (if not all) will see him again someday.
Kids - TS drove a boatload of kids to La Libertad (the closest ¨city¨) the other night for a birthday dinner. Our little friend Carlos turned 17 and it was time to celebrate. All the kids had on shoes and slicked back hair, which I´ve never seen. We went to a little Mexican restaraunt, and wow, what a gong show. In typical latin america style, we had three more kids in the back of the truck than we intended on taking to this free meal, and by the time we arrived the whole 12 of us were loud and very unorganized. After we ordered, which was hilarious and took at least 20 minutes of yelling and changing meal ideas, the food came out piece by piece. This sent a few of them into mood swings since they were hungry, and let me tell you, that was funny by itself. Yes, they ate as much as possible since it was free, and ordered more at will without asking TS, which made him a little annoyed and made me laugh even harder!! Good times with a truck load of kids at dinner.
Driving - On the way to the above mentioned dinner, Marlini was barking orders at TS of where to turn to go look for her oldest son, so he could come with us. Turns here are often completely unmarked, and only wide enough for one truck turning quite sharply. The 3´x 3´ cement dranaige ditch on either side of the small bridge also makes things interesting. Yep, you guessed it, Tim put us in the ditch with his new truck. Not his fault, I´d like to clarify. With one wheel 2.5 feet deep in a cement void, half of the bed hanging off into the unlit highway, and kids running around laughing, I decided to shoot some pictures. We´ll get them up on here soon. After a few good ones, me and about 10 little hands lifted the front bumper straight up and out, and we were on our way. No harm, no foul. One tough truck.