Mi Casa es Su Casa

After two glorious weeks in Guatemala, it was time to be heading east towards Costa Rica where we would be meeting friends in January. We decided that the next stop should be El Salvador for the mere fact that we knew alot of tourists didnt go there. From the few tourists who have visited the country, we heard amazing things- so we knew we had to make the trek. Getting on our bus from Guatemala City to EL Salvador, we already sensed a difference in the people on the bus. It seemed the people who were from El Salvador were doing everything they could to make us feel comfortable. An El Salvadorian woman with two little children offered us food and her personal cell phone number should we need some assistance while in her country. A man sitting across from us who was in El Salvador for Xmas, but who lives fulltime in Long Island offered to drive us to our hostel. We really couldnt believe it! Wasnt there a huge civil war in this country not 20 years ago? Why were these people being so....nice? Perhaps it was my east coast cynicism getting to me.
We arrived at our hostel and again,were taken aback by the pleasantness of the staff -who happened to be called ¨Mama and Papa¨ because they really were the mother and father of the House. They cooked us dinner and right away we knew it was the ¨Mi Casa es Su Casa¨ mentality at this place. Everything that was theirs was offered to us. We went to bed under a mosquito net in this new mysterious country after a long game of poker with some Californians we had met- excited and pleased with what we had already begun to believe was going to be our favorite country on this trip.

Mi Casa es Su Casa

Tacuba, El Salvador