Gotta Love the States

So yes, I'm a terrible blogger these days! Oh well, sorry to any and all who have actually checked this thing the last few months. For now we are home visiting. I've been busy trying to get all of the Halo out of my system during the few short days that I'm here... been partly successful, I've had a good time, and haven't yet played enough to where losing consistently to all of the whining 11 year olds out there really bothers me! Sure I still complain, but I'm not actually wanting to throw the controller across the room.

So, being back... well being up here in Fall River doesn't really expose you to all of the craziness that is the US... it is still pretty campo. The things that I find myself really relishing are of course the HOT showers, but also things like comfy couches! Don't find those in El Centro! I have also noticed that I drink a beer more consistently each night... funny 'cause I don't do that when I'm living here, but now, knowing I will lose the privilege again soon, I "aprovechar" a beer or two each evening! What else?

Hopping in the car to go some place seems way weird. It's a strange mix really, because you do it on auto pilot (bad pun not intended) just jump in a drive off like usual...except its not usual now. It hits you somewhere on the way to the store how this is a marvel...just driving around on your own, listening to the music that you want to, and not paying someone to be packed into a bus, at the whim of a crazy driver! Of course, with the price of gas being what it is now, it can be a little painful to stop at the pump!

I'm sure there are lots of other insights, but some of them won't hit me until after we return. One of the more interesting things is how much effort out friends from Centro took to try to contact us to wish us well, and check in on us! My counterpart, Secundino, called my sister to talk to me. She just got a strange voice mail in Spanish, which she doesn't speak, and I had to learn to use the Tigo website to send him a message saying that we were fine, and that we hoped her was doing well. He texted back saying how glad he was, and that all was good down there too.

I have also noticed that most of the time when I say "home", I'm talking about El Salvador, not here... what does that say? Cheers!