Just called home to El Salvador. I had been putting it off for months, dreading what I would hear. My abuela in El Salvador was on the verge of dying last time I called down so that played into a big part of the delay. I finally called mostly because I needed to get the number of one of my girlfriends who walked to the States shortly before I left. She is living in NYC now and I want to check on her when I head up to the city in a few weeks.
In El Salvador, phones get ruined, lost, or stolen all the time. The average PCV goes through about 3 phones in 2 years so you can imagine how many phones the people there go through. I heard before I left El Salvador that they were about to run out of phone numbers. The cell phones there are mostly pre-paid and you don't register them so companies have no idea which numbers are inactive. I guess they are gonna have to figure it out soon.
Anyways, suffice it to say I had a hard time getting a hold of my host mom because none of her phone numbers worked anymore. I did manage to locate her son's phone number though and got through. Happily, her family is doing great including her mother. But, the women who gave me Cleo and was always helpful to me while I lived in my community had died of sudden heart attack. It made me so sad to hear. She was an awesome lady. I lived in the same house with her son and daughter-in-law so I saw her all the time. And, of course, I loved her because she gave me one of the little joys of my life.
It's weird to call back to El Salvador. The world there doesn't stop moving just because I am not there but somehow it feels like it should. I do want to get back if only to hang out with my host mom. I miss her. A lot. I miss the pace of life too. Its horrible to say that now because when you are there the pace is exactly what can drive you insane.
