Getting Here

The trip here was interesting. I'm trying to remember when I've done an entire trip alone like that. I know I've changed my ticket and stayed somewhere longer countless times. But a whole trip by myself...this was first time. My mom and I got up at four (gotta love airports) and got to the airport a couple hours early. My flight left on time (that's not normal, is it) and we got to Texas on time too. When I got to El Salvador, I must have had an airport deity watching over me because I was through customs in five minutes.

The moment I got outside, I was hit in the face by a blast of hot, humid, smelly air. Welcome to El Salvador, I thought. After a few minutes, I saw a man holding my name on a sign and I went towards him. He introduced himself as Miguel and said he worked for "la Hermana Gloria." I assumed this was the woman who had organized my trip here. On the way to the volunteer house, Miguel and I talked merrily about the world cup and he told me that yes, it is going to be this hot and humid every day. Phew!

After my orientation in the volunteer house (so many things to remember!), I went to bed (a.k.a. really, really early).