<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:27:59.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Salvador 2007</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-8159695091495766201</id><published>2007-07-17T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T03:38:56.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of La Pirata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpybyAycuFI/AAAAAAAAACg/f0TxVaBszt0/s1600-h/n31600236_30468564_6862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpybyAycuFI/AAAAAAAAACg/f0TxVaBszt0/s200/n31600236_30468564_6862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088112962529179730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog ran away from home, and I'm sad.  Actually, this is Loki, but I don't have a good pciture of La Pirata (who was cuter).  But still, I want him to come back.  Maybe he would if my host parents stopped beating their animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-8159695091495766201?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/8159695091495766201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=8159695091495766201' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/8159695091495766201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/8159695091495766201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-of-la-pirata.html' title='The Story of La Pirata'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpybyAycuFI/AAAAAAAAACg/f0TxVaBszt0/s72-c/n31600236_30468564_6862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-595120048460602284</id><published>2007-07-17T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T02:29:29.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be going home early</title><content type='html'>I have been sick so many times, I may be going home early.  More information to come tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-595120048460602284?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/595120048460602284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=595120048460602284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/595120048460602284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/595120048460602284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-may-be-going-home-early.html' title='I may be going home early'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-4120858709807649675</id><published>2007-07-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T02:28:26.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earlier This Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="eb5278bd"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                The Parable of the Starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="mycontentuniqueID"&gt;I awoke early to walk by the ocean's edge and greet the new day. I saw a boy, bending and reaching and waving his arms – dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approached, I sadly realized that he was not dancing, but rather bending to sift through the debris left by the night's tide, stopping now and then to pick up a starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea. I asked the boy the purpose of the effort. "The tide has washed the starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to the sea by themselves," he replied. "When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw them back to the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the vast expanse of beach, stretching in both directions. Starfish littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. the hopelessness of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boy's&lt;/span&gt; plan became clear to me and I pointed out, "But there are more starfish on this beach than you can ever save before the sun is up. Surely you cannot expect to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused briefly to consider my words, bent to pick up a starfish and threw it as far as possible. Turning to me he simply said, "I made a difference to that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Loren Eiseley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So your probably wondering why I opened with one of my favorite parables. The reason is that I'm sick (6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time for those who are counting) and I'm tired of writing about that (and I'm sure your all tired of hearing about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So instead, I'll write about something that happened to me earlier today. I was walking to the supermarket to buy some cereal and soy milk (can't handle dairy when I have an upset stomach). I was approached by a middle-aged women begging with her young child in her arms. I usually do not stop for beggars and I never give money, but she was begging for me to buy her medicine. So I walked with her to the pharmacy where she ordered three medications for a problem with her daughter's lungs. She had a perscription for them so I assume that they were legitimately needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, I treated her and her daughter to a meal of chicken and french fries at a local fast food joint. She told me about how the place where she was living did not have a roof or four walls, and that flooding and rain were a persistent problem. In a country where 4 out of ten people make less than 2 dollars a day and nearly half are not formally employed (selling things on the side of the road does not count as formal employment, for example), I realized that I should not be surprised as I was by her poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;During the meal, I couldn't help but reflect upon the futility of my actions. 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I love nothing better on a Saturday afternoon than to sit back and enjoy a cool one with lime (and with a slice of lime for extra flavor!). It's probably my favorite non-alcoholic beverage. And like thousands of other products, the artificial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sweetener&lt;/span&gt; is a genetically-modified organisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine you say, you'd prefer a regular Pepsi. After all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beyoncè&lt;/span&gt; drinks it. Enjoy the genetically-modified corn syrup, the very best the US government can pay farmers to grow (and sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to grow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say there's really no difference between Coke and Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetically-modified organisms are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; a bad thing. They were introduced to the market about 13 years ago, and Coke started using it because of the controversy over the harmful effects of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saccharine&lt;/span&gt;. And I love Diet Coke with Lime, and I'm not going to stop drinking it anytime soon. And if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beyoncè&lt;/span&gt; offers me a Pepsi, you'd better believe I'd drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But genetically-modified organisms can all also be a bad thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Particularly&lt;/span&gt; for poor, Salvadorian farmers. And that is why the Archdiocese of San Salvador founded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PEBA&lt;/span&gt; (Program of Basic Education), the organization I am working with in El Salvador through Christians for Peace. They provide instruction and material assistance to poor farmers who agree not to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GMO&lt;/span&gt; crops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GMO&lt;/span&gt; crops are bad for Salvadorean farmers, and the country as a whole, for three reasons. The first is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; competition. About 4 out of 10 farmers in El Salvador make $2 a day or less. They cannot afford &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GMO&lt;/span&gt; seeds. But large, US corporate agriculture can. And they use this technology to increase their yeilds flood the market with cheap corn and throw small, poor Salvadorian farmers out of business. Ironically, their children will then migrate to the United States (There are three million Salvadorians in the US, and only 7 million here) and probably will end up as a day laborer on a large corporate farm in the United States. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;my conservative friend David will complain how illegal immigrants are destroying American culture. To which I reply that "America" is more than just the Unites States, and that they are "American".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is that those making more than $2 and hour sometimes can buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;GMO&lt;/span&gt; seeds. In the past, they got their seeds for free from the foods they planted.   But now they have to buy seeds every year, because yes, giant corporations like Monsanto kindly remind the farmers that any seeds in the crops that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they grow&lt;/span&gt; are the property of Monsanto and not the farmers. Which leads to less money for farmers for every crop they produce, and more for US corporations.  Who only have our best interest at heart. That is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; your a shareholder, which most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Salvadorians&lt;/span&gt; aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, there is the environment. There is a concept of biodiversity, of various breeds of the same plant and other plants (yes, weeds). I`m too lazy to explain why biodiversity is good for the environment, take Environmental Science if you really want to know why (or look it up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biodiverse)). And in a place with as many environmental problems as El Salvador (89% of rainwater is acidic and unsafe to drink) and important plants and animals (tropical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rain forests&lt;/span&gt;), biodiversity might just be a good thing for here. I mean, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;campo&lt;/span&gt; is gorgeous, and I don't want it to look like Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  All this talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;GMOs&lt;/span&gt; make me thirsty for some more Diet Coke!  If they only had Diet Coke with Lime in El Salvador...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-3333786884291561957?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/3333786884291561957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=3333786884291561957' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/3333786884291561957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/3333786884291561957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-you-love-diet-coke.html' title='Don&apos;t You Love Diet Coke?'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpNcJ5bAbyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yLnTCd6eQ1c/s72-c/Pepsi-Beyonce_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-2037678893713825679</id><published>2007-07-08T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:41:26.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEuupbAbqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SuQ3t8ub8d8/s1600-h/n31600236_30468561_6128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEuupbAbqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SuQ3t8ub8d8/s320/n31600236_30468561_6128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084896833205989026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody!  Since I'm back in San Salvador, I've been uploading photos.  I figured it would be a good idea to tell those who don't know where they are on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the Campo, Part 2: &lt;span&gt;http://lclark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016161&amp;l=9959a&amp;amp;id=31600236&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In El Campo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://lclark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016156&amp;l=23d9b&amp;amp;id=31600236&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://lclark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016159&amp;l=0a9fb&amp;amp;id=31600236&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Back from the Campo:&lt;br /&gt;http://lclark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016160&amp;l=9d60a&amp;amp;id=31600236&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Salvador, Take 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://lclark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016155&amp;l=c2c66&amp;amp;id=31600236&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos de San Salvador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://lclark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2015525&amp;l=dd830&amp;amp;id=31600236&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos de El Salvador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://lclark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2015430&amp;l=6ee4a&amp;amp;id=31600236&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-2037678893713825679?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/2037678893713825679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=2037678893713825679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/2037678893713825679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/2037678893713825679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/07/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEuupbAbqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SuQ3t8ub8d8/s72-c/n31600236_30468561_6128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-2033295182514021336</id><published>2007-07-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:12:32.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3FZbAbrI/AAAAAAAAABY/-42mo2bGRfw/s1600-h/n31600236_30468522_4547july4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3FZbAbrI/AAAAAAAAABY/-42mo2bGRfw/s400/n31600236_30468522_4547july4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084906020141035186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Well, I’m finally back in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Salvador&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; again on a beautiful independence day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had planned to celebrate with Salvadorian beer and a Cuban Cigar, but it looks like that will no longer an option.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Like I said in my post two days ago in Cajutepeque, I am sick again.  It's been quite an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling much better in Cahute (the city's nickname), so I declined to visit a clinic.  Big mistake.  I started feeling much worse later around five, and when one of my host mother's friends suggested medicine, I thought that was a great idea.  Little did I no that the only place to get medicine at seven o'clock, when we arrived in Cahute, is the hospital.  We were there for two hours, and I felt like vomiting while I was there.  I eventually did vomit, which made me feel a little better.  The doctor gave me some medicine for my stomach and the vomiting, and told me to return at 7pm with a stool sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sleep that night was all but impossible.  My stomach still hurt, and I was drinking water and peeing frequently.  And then the animals started to make noise at about 11:30.  Dogs barking at one another, and roosters crowing every hour.  When Doña Maria, my host mother, got up at 5am, I figured I may as well too.  At 6am I was on a pica to Cahute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired when I got there.  I did my best to leave a stool sample in a toilet that had no seat, which is very awkward.  I gave it to the labratory, and checked into a hotel room for some sleep after calling my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about two I was awoken by Sally and Javier, who had just returned from the G-8 summit in Germany, where he was giving a presentation against a proposal to encourage the use of genetically modified foods in Africa.  The ride made me feeling, and I almost felt like vomiting at points.  To make things worse, we got a flat tire (don't buy Firestone), which took too long to fix, since Crispaz's good tire iron was stolen.  When I finally returned to the Crispaz offices, I walked up to my room, and sleep from 4pm to 6am.  It felt amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) America is the greatest nation on earth!  We may have our faults, but we were the first modern Democracy.  Except for Iceland, which doesn't count because it is small and cold, and nobody wants to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't buy Firestone tires or Subway sandwhiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-2033295182514021336?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/2033295182514021336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=2033295182514021336' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/2033295182514021336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/2033295182514021336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy fourth of July!'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3FZbAbrI/AAAAAAAAABY/-42mo2bGRfw/s72-c/n31600236_30468522_4547july4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-1650589143445226846</id><published>2007-07-02T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:15:08.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3XJbAbsI/AAAAAAAAABg/JPbhv5VOgdo/s1600-h/n31600236_30468566_7365toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3XJbAbsI/AAAAAAAAABg/JPbhv5VOgdo/s200/n31600236_30468566_7365toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084906325083713218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found out that there are a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; cafes here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cojutepeque&lt;/span&gt;, a small city that is a twenty minute ride in a pica (a very large pickup truck packed with people and covered with a tarp in case of rain).   So I will be able to post a little more often than I thought I could, although I'll try to limit my time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cojutepeque&lt;/span&gt; so that I am in my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I`m sick again.  I went here to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gatorade&lt;/span&gt; and apples, as well as to check my email.  I`m going to head back to the supermarket though because I found a recipe for apple sauce.  This is the fourth time I have been sick with a stomach-related problem (or possibly fifth), and I`m pretty tired of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host sister, Claudia, asked me if I what I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preoccupied&lt;/span&gt; with this morning.  I told her it was nothing, but then my host mother, Maria, asked me if I was homesick.  I replied yes, and she theorized that I may have been adding to my stomach problems. I think she might be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left for Ecuador last summer, I was very homesick in the week leading up to the trip and when I got here.  But on this trip, it was so much more familiar to me that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;`t very homesick leading up to the trip and the first week or so after.  But once the newness and excitement wears off, one gets homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured that taking a few at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; cafe and then treating my stomach to some applesauce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gatorade&lt;/span&gt; was a good idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-1650589143445226846?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/1650589143445226846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=1650589143445226846' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/1650589143445226846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/1650589143445226846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-and-homesick.html' title='Sick and Homesick'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3XJbAbsI/AAAAAAAAABg/JPbhv5VOgdo/s72-c/n31600236_30468566_7365toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-5392156316916143753</id><published>2007-06-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:01:25.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I believe in God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEhgZbAbmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Txbe8O_RSL4/s1600-h/bigguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEhgZbAbmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Txbe8O_RSL4/s320/bigguy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084882294741692002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much to my dismay, I`m still here in San Salvador.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; got a lot worse, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;´t go with my trip leader, Sally, to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;campo&lt;/span&gt;.  She`s going up to Berlin to check in with Amanda, whose feeling a little homesick.  My health could be worse though, Michael got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; around when I did, and two other women in the office are sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up too late last night, not because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;´t tired, but because I had a splitting headache.  I had just finished watching Dogma (my fourth favorite movie), and began to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt; on religion.  And I began to ask myself, why do I believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my background, it seems unlikely I would have come to this conclusion.  While I was raised Catholic, and still am, I was all but atheist for about a third of my life (7-14).  Before I returned to the faith, I was fare more interested in the girls at my Catholic youth group than discussions of theology.  And of the members of my immediate family, none attend Church more than a few times a year, if that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite all this, I´m a pretty religious person.  While I certainly have doubts from time to time, and certainly do not except all of the teaching of my denomination, I pray and attend church at a somewhat regular basis.  What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m generally a logically person, and do not tend to believe in things that are logically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fallacies&lt;/span&gt;.  But it is my belief that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; of God is not a logical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fallicy&lt;/span&gt;, but if anything, the absence of God is a logical fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two pieces of logic which I feel more or less prove the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reason is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trilema&lt;/span&gt;, penned by CS Lewis, the author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.  &lt;/span&gt;To paraphrase, this is how be proven the existence of God, with three possible realities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jesus was a liar.&lt;br /&gt;2) Jesus was a fool.&lt;br /&gt;3) Jesus was the son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one analyzes the historical evidence of Jesus (and yes, historian all but unanmimously agree he did exist, albeit not as the son of God), it becomes clear to me that the most likely answer is c.  I don't think that Jesus was a megalomaniac, lying to everyone and sinning on the side; nor do I think that he was a crazy fool, because he is the wisest man that will ever live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second reason I belief in God is faith.  And that came with help and prayers from a friend, mentor, and pastor named Father Gary Thomas.  He was head pastor at St. Nicolas Church in Los Altos, and he changed my life.  On a warm winter night my sophmore year in high school, I confessed that I had serious doubts about the existance of God to a man who had been my pastor nearly my entire life.  When he spoke, it was like the words of Christ, and I was born again in Him.  He said, paraphrased to the best of my memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Matt, you have two possibilities.  You have a beautiful world here, and all of the wonderful things in it.  Your mother and father, who I know love you very much Matt.  You have all your other family, and your friends at Bellarmine, her at this retreat, and elsewhere.  You have all the wonders and the mysteries of this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are two options.  This could all be a random chain of events.  Or, there could be an almighty God who loves us, no matter what.  And I believe in that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I believe in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-5392156316916143753?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/5392156316916143753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=5392156316916143753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/5392156316916143753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/5392156316916143753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-i-believe-in-god.html' title='Why I believe in God'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEhgZbAbmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Txbe8O_RSL4/s72-c/bigguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-7605183410202835151</id><published>2007-06-18T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:14:46.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Campo (Countryside)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3l5bAbtI/AAAAAAAAABo/lW9pwSq1eaw/s1600-h/n31600236_30468453_5177campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3l5bAbtI/AAAAAAAAABo/lW9pwSq1eaw/s200/n31600236_30468453_5177campo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084906578486783698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I´m back in San Salvador now, because I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; (again).  I went to the doctor today, and while I feel a lot better, they assured me that I was still sick and prescribed two pills I have to take every day for the next five days.  I`ll probably go back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;campo&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow or Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured this was a good opportunity to describe my life in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;campo&lt;/span&gt; thus far.  I live in the tiny town of San Antonio (where no one knows how to hook me up with Spurs tickets!), which is a hamlet of the larger town El Carmen in the department of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cuscatlan&lt;/span&gt;, and about an hours drive from San Salvador.  I will be working with the Program for Basic Education of the Archdiocese (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PEBA&lt;/span&gt;), which educates farmers on methods for organic farming and sells food cooperatively in San Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host family consists of seven people who live at home.  The mother runs their small farm and is active in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PEBA&lt;/span&gt; and with the community, in addition to keeping house.  She is a very busy woman!  The husband is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; guard in San Salvador, and works shifts as long as 20 hours!  Do to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; they live a decent, middle-class lifestyle.  They´re home has electricity (for lights only), a concrete floor, and a tin roof.  None of their major appliances are electric though, and we use a hose for bathing and laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have three girls and two boys who live at home, ranging from a 15 year-old high school student to an adorable four year-old girl.  Another daughter attends college in the city and works as a domestic servant.  Their oldest child has a farm in the same neighborhood.  They also have another child who died when he was young.  It`s hard for me to imagine having eight kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have learned a lot from my host family.  Every morning I get up (at 5:30am!) and help milk the cows.  After breakfast I help move them to pasture about a 1/2 mile away, on the other side of a shallow river that is mostly dry in the summer.  I have also learned to do laundry with a hose and iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their four room house is not only filled with people, but often with animals.  The family has two cats, three dogs, three cows, three sheep, about a dozen rabbits, and at least two dozen chickens.  They also grows lots of different vegetables, fruits, herbs, and plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m going back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;campo&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow since I`m feeling better, but I`ll be back San Salvador to post on July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-7605183410202835151?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/7605183410202835151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=7605183410202835151' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/7605183410202835151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/7605183410202835151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-in-campo-countryside.html' title='Life in the Campo (Countryside)'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpE3l5bAbtI/AAAAAAAAABo/lW9pwSq1eaw/s72-c/n31600236_30468453_5177campo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281678776250952198.post-3700148114977265621</id><published>2007-06-11T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:04:52.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a third way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpFDWpbAbuI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Ow3dB63NY/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpFDWpbAbuI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Ow3dB63NY/s200/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084919510633311970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEjO5bAbpI/AAAAAAAAABI/FvSos-D9Tm4/s1600-h/FMLN_w__Women.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpEjO5bAbpI/AAAAAAAAABI/FvSos-D9Tm4/s320/FMLN_w__Women.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084884193117236882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a very good economic presentation today by an economic advisor for the leftist party here, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FMLN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  For some background, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FMLN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the name of the leftist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guerrilla&lt;/span&gt; uprising during the civil war, and after the peace accords they turned in their arms and became the second largest political party after the hyper-conservative ARENA, which has ruled the country for at least the past 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;´t help thinking about was a consistent problem that I feel is gripping Latin America.  On the one hand, you have the United States and its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;-liberal&lt;/span&gt; allies (like ARENA), who are pursing an extreme form of capitalism.  They are pushing a degree of privatization and deregulation that is surely a cause of the flood of immigrants that cross our border every day.  These countries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;´t really even pushing free trade though, because of the subsidies that the United States has for agriculture and light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;manufacturing&lt;/span&gt;, which make up over 50% of Salvadorean exports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the second most powerful leader in the Americas is arguable Hugo Chavez.  His reliance on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;protectionism&lt;/span&gt;, bloated public sector, and political &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oppression&lt;/span&gt; hardly offer a decent alternative to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;-liberal&lt;/span&gt; policies.  I worry that if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FMLN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were to come into power, they would quickly fall under the influence of Chavez and Castro.  While this is in many ways preferable to ARENA, it is hardly the best choice for the Salvadorean people.  Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;´t there a third way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be a new party in El Salvador that rejects both of these approaches to economics, trade, and foreign policy with the US.  It needs to embrace America as a friend and essential to the Salvadorean economy, but not as puppet ignorant and uncaring of American exploitation of third-world economies.  It needs to provide Salvadoreans with the education they need to do more than grow coffee, make T-shirts, and migrate to the US for work.  At the same time, it must be lean enough to be supported by the small tax base that El Salvador can provide.  Is there another party that is pushing this moderate agenda?  Perhaps I should do more research into El Salvador´s other parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281678776250952198-3700148114977265621?l=savageelsalvador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/feeds/3700148114977265621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281678776250952198&amp;postID=3700148114977265621' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/3700148114977265621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281678776250952198/posts/default/3700148114977265621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savageelsalvador.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-there-third-way.html' title='Is there a third way?'/><author><name>Savage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204338809999070020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PKY0IIY1o2E/RpFDWpbAbuI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Ow3dB63NY/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
