I am the storm god.

Hey, Brother,

Do you know that when you Google the name of this blog, the first results are lyrics to "Everything Zen" by Bush? I'm pretty sure you owned a Bush album at one point, because that band is awful, and you used to have awful taste in music (as opposed to me, who was rippin' it up to Godsmack and taking life to the max!).

Anyway. It has been raining almost the entire time I've been in Central America. Nowhere have the effects been felt more than in El Salvador, where we are now in the 10th (I believe) straight day of rain. As of yesterday, they'd gotten like 54 inches in the past eight days. Entire groups of people (i.e., the poor) have been forced to evacuate their homes due to the flooding. Our bus trip here took an extra two hours because of landslides closing down major roads. Clearly Central America has angered the gods. There must be a blood sacrifice, provided it's not me.

You'd really enjoy where I'm staying. It's in the U.S. compound, next to the American school (at which our hosts teaches). So, inside our little bubble, it's entirely Americans, except for the maids and janitors, which is a little bit ridiculous. The maid just woke me up to come do laundry. I don't even know how she got here, with the flooding. Thankfully, my Spanish is improving, by which I mean I'm no longer uncomfortable not knowing what the fuck anyone is saying. As long as you smile and kind of laugh after every broken sentence, Salvadoreans are totally cool with you! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!

That's all for now, brother. I may or may not be in Costa Rica tomorrow. We'll see how the gods decide.

-Doggins