Tuesday, March 15, 2011

my mom, San Salvador, and how I better see some monkeys


This is my mom.

Not only does she wear her sunglasses inside (she thinks she's a g), she's from El Salvador. She moved to the US when she was 16. Ever since I found that out, I've been dying to see the country she grew up in. I guess I feel like it's kind of part of part of my history too. I've probably asked to go once a year since I was 10.

"It's not safe," she'd always say. "You're too blonde. They don't like Americans there."

But she kept telling me about her childhood there; about the trees heavy with mangoes, the beautiful beaches, the screeching monkeys, the open courtyards where everyone, including neighbors, even strangers, gather for a meal, the stray cats that will come right up to you to ask for attention, the constantly beautiful weather. And so I kept asking to go.

Now, we're finally going.

We're in the airport as I type this. I'm listening to all the people from El Salvador traveling home chatting quickly in Spanish about their families and their plans while they're at home.

It's weird -- I've never been there, but I feel like I'm going home.

I better see some monkeys.


  1. sounds fun :)

    Can't wait to see what you come back with.

  2. Awww.. have fun! Can't wait to see some pictures! Your mom looks so young!

  3. have fun! i'm super jealous :) i bet you'll have a great trip though


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