I hiked up the hill this morning (and was again reminded of Florida´s low altitude... Xela´s at about 5000 feet?) with four other students to the church proclaiming this message. The road is cobbled with large stones, and much of it is probably close to a 45-degree angle, but the view was worth it.
After coming down, joined Megan, a young Master´s student working on her thesis here, for a mocha at La Luna, an antique-filled bistro with decor a bit reminiscent of the toy-filled Bubble Room on Captiva Island; old cameras, pistols, swords, and the like cover the walls and fill cases throughout the several rooms of the restaurant. The beverages were great, and the ambiance is perhaps the best I´ve found in Xela, at least at 10:30 in the morning. I´ll be returning there for a quiet place to write (God, I wish I´d brought a laptop).
The school offered a film last night, and, thankfully, it was in English (with, curiously, Chinese subtitles). The picture, titled ¨Romero,¨ was about the barbarities of the Salvadoran government during the ´80´s, and Archbishop Romero´s life and death during this time. Definitely worth watching, but not a fun or uplifting ride ... at all.
some pics:
L to R Jocelyn, Megan, Matteo, and Natalie
Me
Panoramic views of Xela, L to R
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hey father! I can pick you up!
Trey's thing isn't working out... but something else might.
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