How I miss football and beer

As I stepped out of the latrine early this morning, still blurry-eyed with sleep, a chicken flew flapping and squaking into my face. Let's just say it was a good thing I had already gone to the bathroom. It was definitely one of the scariest moments of my life.

This weekend was so good. On Saturday morning we went to San Andres, the biggest Mayan ruin site in El Salvador. It was pretty impressive to frolick over and amongst only partially excavated overgrown ancient pyramids. In the afternoon was the huge football game of Michigan v Ohio State. Since almost everyone in my group is from the Midwest, we had 7 people from those schools and a huge rivalry. So we all went to San Salvador to hit up the only place we could find resembling a sports bar: Tony Roma's. We drank beer and watched football and had a blast. It was like being in America again except everyone walking by stopped to gawk through the window at the huge pack of gringos. And I had a latte. It was bliss.