Then we got down to San Salvador and los hombres unloaded the lot, while I stood in line for Chory hotdogs for all. These are a Salvadoran speciality, 80 cents the hotdog, and it was great fun to watch the cook do his elaborate dance - bun from the steamer, open, squirt ketchup and mayo, hotdog from the fryer, top with onions, curtido, and more ketchup and mayo, bag up, add napkins, take payment, wipe cart, next. He worked so fast and so energetically, and I can imagine for what small earnings. He made our 17 Chorydogs (three for each of the guys and two for me) in about 5 minutes; with six Cokes, the total was $18.30.
And now we're unpacking. Fortunately the new house has more built-in storage than I have ever seen anywhere in El Salvador. Or perhaps it's fortunate - Darren is a bit horrified at the sheer amount of stuff that is now occupying that storage. I trust that in time the duplicates will find new homes and Darren will feel free to simplify the household. Here's the kitchen in progress:
But for a more serene view, here's St. Francis presiding over one of the patios:
And then, on Monday morning early, I'll head for Seattle. Hard to believe. I think it's going to take me quite a while to catch up with myself.
- Susan Dewitt