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Kendal Weaver makes visit to Peace Corps daughter in El Salvador
Kendal Weaver makes visit to Peace Corps daughter in El Salvador
Postwar El Salvador opens its arms to visitors
By Kendal Weaver The Associated Press
VALLE NUEVO, El Salvador — Shortly before sitting down to eat in the flickering light of a few candles, I was startled by a huge, writhing centipede that crawled into view on the dinner table, waving scorpion-like pincers.
Lidia Guardado, a neighbor who had stopped by, swooped it up in a cloth and crushed it outside.
"You would rather be bitten by a scorpion than by one of those," she said as my daughter, Savannah, translated the Spanish. "Its bite will swell your arm up twice its normal size."
Bon appetit! Thus did a candlelight meal cooked on a camp stove begin at Savannah's Peace Corps site, a one-room house beside a rutted dirt road that curves past woods and fields a few miles from El Salvador's Pacific coast. No electricity. No drinking water from a tap. No plumbing. At least there was a bed with mosquito netting.
Still, the helpfulness of the neighbor on that evening was but one example of the kindness that my wife, Penny, and I received on a visit to El Salvador, including two nights in the remote community of Valle Nuevo.
An undiscovered gem
Our daughter had been working on U.S. Peace Corps projects in the area for nearly two years, and the trip became a memorable vacation to a country that is full of spectacular natural beauty but is not on many Americans' must-see lists.
There is much to see: Volcanoes such as Izalco, Cerro Verde and Santa Ana rise on the horizon, stark and majestic, almost everywhere you travel. Brilliant blue lakes, such as Lago de Coatapeque, lie beneath steep volcanic ridges. Monstrous Pacific waves crash into coastal cliffs near La Libertad or roll onto soft, dark sands.
Colonial cities offer sightseers grand, historic structures, such as the cathedral and national theater off the square at Santa Ana, and quiet strolls over centuries-old stone streets with pastel-colored houses, such as those of the mountain town of Suchitoto.
We found the people, from El Salvador's farmlands to the bustling, often-teeming streets of its bigger cities, genuinely friendly to us. This was partly because many Salvadorans have relatives in the United States, or dreams of going there themselves.
'Holidays in Hell' reputation
But before our daughter was given her Peace Corps assignment in El Salvador, our unsettling image of the country was of a Central American nation undone by civil war: The assassination of Archbishop Oscar Romero as he conducted Mass in 1980; the slaughter of peasants and church workers over the next decade, all reported in graphic news accounts.
Joan Didion's slim book, "Salvador," and Oliver Stone's movie with the same title were the sorts of sources that formed our grim opinion. The humorist P.J. O'Rourke's piece on El Salvador in "Holidays in Hell" came later, and didn't help.
The war between El Salvador's political right and left formally ended with the peace accord of 1992, however, and travel guides now describe a country with typical problems for the region — extreme poverty, crime, pollution, devastating earthquakes — but much to recommend it. Particularly the friendliness of its people.
San Salvador, the capital and largest city, can serve as a home base for trips to the many scenic and historic sites, including somber landmarks from the civil war. In San Salvador, the University of Central America has maintained a kind of shrine to the six Jesuit priests, a housekeeper and her child, who were murdered on the campus in 1989.
El Salvador, with cheap food, rooms and buses, is a great country for budget travelers (if you are fit and someone in your group speaks the language), but there are also luxury accommodations and cosmopolitan cuisine.
The Princess Hotel, where we stayed part of the time, spreads out a breakfast smorgasbord that includes fried plantains, richly smoked bacon and sausages, and dark, creamy frijoles (beans) as comforting as grits.
Art and artifacts
San Salvador's attractions include the artifacts in the newly enlarged national museum of archaeology (Museo Nacional de Antropologia David J Guzman), where a bilingual guide gave us a two-hour tour of the country's history and culture.
Work of the artist Fernando Llort, whose La Palma school of colorful native design is now an industry of its own, is on display at a San Salvador gallery and restaurant, El Arbol de Dios. His remarkable paintings and sculptures, some of them reminiscent of his Spanish forebear Picasso, are only steps away from tables where food is served for only a few dollars.
Llort's signature palette of children's play-block colors is also on the magnificent facade of the Metropolitan Cathedral in the city center, a crowded, noisy sector of vendors and street life — some compare its density to Calcutta's.
Valle Nuevo, where my daughter lived while serving in the Peace Corps, is not a standard tourist destination. Homes are adobe with dirt floors beneath tile or tin roofs. Invariably thick tortillas, the daily bread of many, are being cooked on wood fires.
An appliance from another century — a foot-pedaled Singer sewing machine — is prominent at many of the homes, and clothes are neatly pressed with an iron that is heated over the embers of a fire.
At Savannah's house, with brick walls painted a bright green and a tile roof shading a concrete-floored veranda, washing is done outdoors from a pila, a large stone sink filled with the day's water. Dishes, clothes, bodies — all get soaped and then cleaned with scoops of water from the pila.
Up the road a short walk past woods and meadows is what amounts to the center of Valle Nuevo, a hilltop with a thatch hut serving as a one-room school, a dark little store selling snacks and bottled sodas that are poured into plastic bags with a straw to drink, and a medical clinic that is basically a garage-size building with counters, charts and a dirt floor.
A village visit
Ana Luz Arriola, the health promoter whom Savannah has worked with, runs the clinic and lives nearby in a family compound of adobe housing, with a lovely view of the Pacific in the distance. Welcoming us were at least 10 family members, elderly women, in-laws, children — including her own year-old baby, Anita. Plastic chairs are pulled out for our comfort, and we settle into another world.
From a side yard, a tethered pig squeals. Chickens and blue-headed turkeys stalk the grounds warily.
Overhead, a bird that I have never seen before — a gavilan — crosses the sky like an arrow.
Then it is time to go.
As we leave Valle Nuevo, two little neighbor girls with bright beaming eyes and endearing smiles put aside their shyness and approach us. One has a baby brother in her arms. The other is carrying a gift for Penny and me, a gift the size of a watermelon that is of real value to her family. It is a gift no one has given us before, a gift as unforgettable as our trip to El Salvador — a big, shiny green papaya.
|By Joyce L. Murphy (dial-244-232.itexas.net - 18.104.22.168) on Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 11:45 pm: Edit Post|
Hi - I have traveled very low tourist class in many countries - son was a Peace Corps volunteer on Savaii in Western Samoa - I would like to be useful for a few days wherever - just felt an urge to pull up El Salvador - Is there a need for a math workshop for teachers there I could lead? I am 66 yrs old - will have a 46 yr old friend with me - 2 females - have 2 Texas teaching certificates and lots of experience in methods - two BS degrees - one in mathematics and one in home economics - could help strengthen skills and methods - speak some spanish - also have survival skills and training - Joyce