Friday night in San Salvador's bohemian district. The place was packed and there was not a soul in the bar who was not standing on their chair pumping their fist vigorously to the beat of the nonstop rock music. Every single person also seemed to know every single word to every single song.
Handmade ice cream in the city with Alisa's Casa housemates, Tedde and Rochelle.
We have been so lucky to spend the last couple weeks with the students of the Casa program. They are incredibly full of life and energy. To every one of you crazy souls: you are all hilarious, we will miss you, and we hope to find you in some other part of the world sometime soon.
We decided to have a romantic last supper with our hosts at Casa Clara. We had to improvise - Alisa mixed and baked brownies in a sauce pan.
Our candle lit dinner for six.
Alisa reunited with her Casa mates at the anniversary of Monsenor Oscar Romero's death.
2 comments:
I assume you were also standing on a chair pumping your fist in the air and singing all the songs
beautiful. waiting with bated breath for the first africa update!
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