From El Cocuy we made our way to Bogota with a few choice stops along the way. Let me start by saying we didn’t come close to giving Bogota the attention it deserved. It is a huge city with countless museums, cultural events and pleasant strolling opportunities. We didn’t do any of this though. We had one focus and reason for venturing into the huge capital city: to get new tires for Blue Steel. This proved to be as complicated and frustrating as we imagined, but that ordeal is not what I’ll be writing about. I want to tell you about the Delgados.
We left the the war torn hills of south eastern El Salvador to meet up with family of friends in a small town just outside of San Salvador, the capital city. Mayte and Luis are the aunt and uncle of a former co-worker of mine back in my Henkel days. Mayte is a professor of English at the University in the capital, and her husband Luis is a retired chemistry teacher. They insisted that we meet them and stay the weekend in their country house in San Jose Guayabal, the town where Luis grew up. As with any chance encounter with new friends we were unsure how well we would hit it off. It didn’t take us long to quell any doubts when we discovered they fill their time at their country home playing pool, preparing big meals and taking long naps.
Hi there. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
Though I (we) have failed to keep up on my promise to fully update the blog during this hiatus, not all is lost. We have both accomplished something this summer:
One year ago today, Zach and I pointed Blue Steel due West and began the adventure of a lifetime. We started our trip in CT so it seems only fitting that we are back here today celebrating one year on the road. It is also fitting that the northeast is experiencing somewhat of a heatwave, with record temperatures and brutal humidity. It’s as if we never left Central America. Though much has changed since we’ve arrived back in the states, not the least of which is the fact that we both have to go to work today!
During our time in San Pedro, the school arranged for me and Zach to live with a local Guatemalan family. After nine months of living in the van, our new home felt luxurious. We had a large, private bedroom, hot showers on demand and three meals each day provided for us. Our host “parents”, Rosario and Pedro, were a young couple of Mayan descent who spoke both Spanish and Tz’utujil, but very little English. Not poor by any means, they make a modest but comfortable living and work extremely hard each day for what they have.
After Idaho, we took a short hiatus from our travels to attend my good friend Colleen’s wedding. While swapping the comfortable 75 degree days in Jackson, WY for the 105 degree humid mess that was the thick of Philadelphia’s heat wave was not ideal, we appreciated the opportunity to catch up with family and friends. The week was packed with activity and, as always, it flew by way too fast.
We arrived in Wisconsin from the Upper Peninsula last Friday, happy to see the sun for the first time in nearly 3 days. Green Bay is on the way to my brother’s place in Portage, WI so we had to stop to see Lambeau field.