Tuesday 12 February 2008

Living Dangerously

In such a small country - only 6 million people - it seems wrong...

I've only actually ever seen 5 dead bodies in my life.
All of them in El Salvador.
Two different ones this week.

Lying there on the road.
They don't seem to cover them up here. Don't know why.
Maybe lack of white sheets.

Traffic accidents mainly...

Maids

Women in El Salvador can virtually be divided into two groups. Those who have maids and those who are maids.

It’s a word that I don’t think I’d ever said until living here. In Spanish it’s muchacha meaning young girl, but the translation used at my school is ‘maid’.

It doesn’t sit easily.

A recent Healthy Eating letter from Chayo’s teacher said “Please inform maids so we can work together to give your children the healthy start they need”. !!!

Maids earn about £4-6 a day, or £70-120 a month, for working incredibly long hours cooking, cleaning and looking after children, often only visiting their families in the countryside twice a month. Many of them are young girls or young women with babies or children of their own who they have left in the care of relatives. It’s common for middle class families to have more than one maid. I think all the children in my class live in homes with maids.

It’s another world.

You are my sunshine

All week they’d been acting a little weird but on the morning of 14th February there was complete hysteria in the classroom. “You have to go to Mr Santamaria’s room at lunchtime” they said giggling and whispering. “And please leave our classroom door open”.

So I did as I was told, and when given the instruction went back to my room.

24 nine year olds jumped out hooting “SURPRISE”, hugged me madly, then broke into song: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy…”.

I looked around the room: the cut out hearts decorating the walls, chairs and tables all carefully moved into position, the fizzy drinks, the cake that read “Thanks for being a great teacher”, the music teacher who’d been commandeered to play the guitar…

I wiped a tear from my eye.
Dia de l’Amistad, Friendship Day, El Salvador.

My happy 20 minutes

The morning sunshine feels great on my skin.
I chat to my friend.
The sound of children playing happily nearby.
No kidding.
This is Playground Duty!

(yeah yeah... I know it won't be like that back in England...)

12 nil to El Salvador

My first live World Cup football experience and El Salvador completely thrashed Anguila! Wow... what with jumping up for 12 goals and the Mexican waves it was pretty good exercise.
Not that used to winning, the fans went crazy. Alot of beer (and other stuff) was thrown around.
Yes... I have to admit I'd never heard of Anguila before. Tiny Caribbean island.

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