I could feel the warm air hit my face,as though a wet blanket was on my body. The chitter-chatter of hundreds of people was droning out my dads voice.But it wouldn’t matter anyway because. He was speaking spanish…which I couldn’t understand.

Luckily time was in our favor and we sped on through customs.Once we left the airport doors there were hundreds of people standing there waiting for other people to exit out those doors.My dad and I found our way through the crowd of people that felt like they were just obstacles to get through to get to our destination.The sweltering heat had gotten even more intense,and the bad news was there wasn’t going to be any A/C for awhile now.Once we finally met up with Javier,and Miriam, 2 of our friends from El Savador.

We started walking back to the car, and every way I turned on the narrow walk way we were on, there was a stranger trying to sell me something like candy or jewelry. They were like one-hundred talking bees all stinging me at once. Finally we made it to the car.We put our luggage in the trunk,and hopped in the car.The car might as well been a moving convection oven,because I was burning up. The hour long car ride to “La Libertad” went by fast because of the Lime green canopy of trees, and the deep, beautiful,hazy valley that looked almost as if it went on forever,that I could view from the car window.

We finally made it to La Libertad,and we entered the large blue house that we had rented. The houses name was “Casa Azul”, which is English for “Blue House”. I walked and was stunned at the spectacular building. The entrance was a staircase going down to the living room and on the right was a staircase going to the bedrooms, and on the left a hallway going to the game room.Once you got to the living room there were movies and a large projector, and to the right there was a very fancy kitchen, and on top of all that, they had screen doors leading to the pool, and pavilion/balcony where the dogs slept.

The next couple of days went by quickly, and throughout those days we walked around town. The town was very crowded especially in the market, with women balancing bushels of fruit on their head, and buses almost running you over with their extremely loud engines. The “sidewalks” were very narrowed,cracked,and run down. Thats why El Salvador is “Half a Paradise”…because its a wonderful,tropical place,but its also littered, and run down. But overall El Salvador is a great place, and from now on I’m open to try new things, and go to new places.