I was so excited. I was going on a three day trip to Usultan, El Salvador, to visit Selvin Heraldo, a local farmer who I was loaning money to.
It turned out that getting to Usultan was a journey itself.
The first leg of the journey started at midnight. My parents drove me from our home in Santa Barbara to LAX, and after getting through the nightmares of dealing with our luggage and carry on, we boarded a large jet bound for El Salvador.
We landed in San Salvador, 65 miles away from Usultan. We boarded a large "chicken bus."
These busses are filled with many things, from the locals themselves to their goats and pigs and chickens, hence the name chicken bus.
We rode on the bus for a few hours. As we neared the end of our bus ride, the buildings grew steadily smaller and more spaced apart. Cars and pedestrians were replaced by cows and horses. In the distance I saw a small house made of wood and corrugated tin. As the bus drew closer, I saw a local man and two others step out of the house. Selvin and his girlfriend waved and their daughter jumped up and down in excitement. I felt the same way, and I knew that I would be welcome here.
We rode on the bus for a few hours. As we neared the end of our bus ride, the buildings grew steadily smaller and more spaced apart. Cars and pedestrians were replaced by cows and horses. In the distance I saw a small house made of wood and corrugated tin. As the bus drew closer, I saw a local man and two others step out of the house. Selvin and his girlfriend waved and their daughter jumped up and down in excitement. I felt the same way, and I knew that I would be welcome here.
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