poor decorating, methodist missions, crayola walls, and lost novios.....

well loyal bloggers it has been a while. Let me preface this by saying that I am in an ornery mood right now. Why am I bloging? I am in hotel pange again with free internet and no berny... thats right no novio. My novio that i have been planning to meet back up with for a month is mia... well actually i am pretty sure is boss and freind who is um praying for my safe travels and wishing me well, is keeping berny hostage in a distant mountainrange that is fui a la area coveratura... in other words so cell signal no internet. Why i was not informed of this is beyond me... but the last e4mail was i love you i cant wait to see you... so now i am in san jose standing at the trendy email in the bar at my douchy hostel... wanting no one but him... but I will only let myself be disapoiunted for another day and then its time to move on to panama. I am so excited for panama. So nowe that that disclamer is over.... its time to talk about el salvador! getting there was a bit complicated from belize and resulted in another night at dona goya... one of my favorite hostels. then of to el salvador. Getting there took a day and resulted in uys staying in san salvador... only slightly less frightening than managua.... but then again the guide book did not warn us that the majority of hotels rent by the hour in managua... as is the case in san salvador. We checked into american guest house, which rents by the night not the hour but just barely. The decor of our room was hilarious.... its where my facebook profile picture is taken. It was at if 1975 had a epileptic fit and vomited all over the room. There was some peeling 70s print wall paper, printed bed linens which did not match, a non functional tv cerca 1968, a bright blue fan, a tourism poster of el salvador, and a glass unicorn lamp. Naturally megan and i spent the entire night taking photographs and posing in pattered dresses. after all this fun I went to use the bathroom only to dicover antenae poking out of a hole oposite the toilet in our bathroom, I ceased all bathroom activities. Megan decided to brave it and wound up being eqauly freaked and beating the wall to frighten our roach friends while she went pee. We slept with the lights on and left in the wee hours fo la palma. Whatever cruel foce that alowed us to stumble upon american guest house allowed us to stumble upon a great hotel in la palma. We asked for a fdouble room and received a 8 dollar per person suite. Literally. Tile floors, two twin beds and two full beds all with real matresses and box springs, a table, a patio with hamocks, a fridge and a tiled bathroom full of mirors and shelves. I of course took of my bags and jumped across the room atop the sea of matresses. La palma was an adorable town full of mirors and adorably painted things... and not much else. Megan and I had a blast window shopping and eating and crafting at our table. We left in the morning for alegria. we missed the last bus to allegria but everyone was so friendly that they found us a cheap tuk tuk that took us with all of our bags up the mountain to allegria and searched intensly for a hotel for us once we found the one we wanted closed. I am convinced that no one visits el salvador... we did not see one tourist and as a result everyone was SO friendly. We had come to allegria for the hotel that we could not find that lonley planet said was run by a cute couple who teach art and have a gallery in the hostel, it alsoi said that we could help with classes. the first day there we could not find the hostel owners but were assured it was open. Instead we tried to go to the quote un quote healing waters that was a short walk down hil, about 20 mins, actually lonley planet was wrong... after ignoring directions from some school children who were stalking us, we found out that is is actually a hour uphill, i told the children that they did not love me and should go to school, and we headed up the hill. when we finally arived we payed our 20 cents admission and swam in the ciy bright green healing waters... which actually turned out to just be cold and muddy on the bottom, i beleive there are still some healing waters on my shoe. We returned to our hotel , which by the way was decorated with religous icons and strange wooden animals. The next day we wound up finding the people who run the art coop, we thought we might stay another day and teach a class, but first we needed money. After finding that the atm in the town literally did not have 5 dollars in it we left the enxt day for nicuragua. Rather than going back to san salvador we decioded to take the unknown route to the border and not backtrack. After 7 buses, a tuk tuk, a rickshaw, and a cab, we found ourselves in nicuragua in a crapy hostel with dirt on the beds. After a dinner of SALAD!!! and a pina colada, and a ok nights sleep we found a better hostel and camped out there until we left for megans aunts methodist mission. Now this is not my normal vacation scene... a christian misson, but it was a nice break. We helped some people, ate some free food, slept on real beds and most inportantly did LOTS of free laundry. All thanks to the generosity of the mission and megans aunt. And megan and i finally got to teach an art class, but this time for orphans at the schools mission, pretty great. To all of you from the mission who are reading this thanks a million! well blogging has made me a bit less sad... I think im going to use my cheap international calling privledges now... hopefully I will have a exubverant post next... we shall see