Saturday, November 12, 2016

My Trip to El Salvador

One of my favorite things to do in life is travel. Its an undreamed way to learn active other cultures, meet untried people, and broaden your horizons. One of the cultures that I was adequate to experience in a recent dismount was the Salvadorian culture, my hubbys homeland. I didnt know quite what to expect. I did expect Salvadorian life to be somewhat different. However, I was affect at just how different it was. Traveling to another pastoral has given me a new-fangled perspective on a different culture in relations to mine.\nIt was August, 2010 when we withalk our family trip to my husbands homeland. It was my root time visiting El Salvador and I was very loathsome and scare. I had heard a lot of different rumors virtually El Salvador and didnt know what to believe. My husband did not know some(prenominal) either since he had openhanded up in the states. This was his commencement ceremony time going hindquarters since childhood. The only thing he could remember almost El Salvador was, that it was extremely hot and the temperatures reached about 100 degrees or more.\nThe public life was quite relaxing, we didnt have too very much turbulence and we were able to sign up to El Salvador in about 3 hours. As the sheet was making its start I remember face through the window and witnessing an incredible view. It was a sunny solar day with bright blue skies, and the scenery looked like it was out of a tourist guide. I could even see some clouds meeting place at the top of a mountain in the distance. It real turned out to be a volcano called El Volcan de San Vicente. When the plane finally came to a stop the captain denote over the intercom, Bienvenidos a San Salvador. As I got out of the airplane and stepped into the jetway the first thing I felt was a roam of warm air and the scent out of fresh soil; that reminded me of a strawberry farm I once visited in Florida. As we walked through the airport to get our luggage, I began to notic e how much different this place was from what I was use to. We we...

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