It’s Spanish Friday again, readers. I hope you enjoy this post. English version of post here.
Hoy será el cuarto día que vamos al Hospital Nacional de Nueva Concepción. Martes dejé mi sobrina ahí, a las 3 de la tarde, porque ella tenía dolores empezando a las 1 de la mañana, y decidimos a llevarle al hospital mejor.
Hace días la Carmen tenia lista su “mochilla,” para llevar al hospital con todo de sus necesidades mientras estar allí, y allí estábamos, juntándola para el gran momento.
Lo bueno es que no era tan precisa; aunque sentía dolores no eran tan fuertes todavía. Llegamos con tiempo. Le dirigió a la Carmen a un cuarto de examenes. El Doctor le chequeo y le decía que parece empezará a dar luz en la madrugada. “Hmm,” yo le decía a ella, “faltan muchas horas.” (solo eran las 2 de la tarde cuando el doctor le decia eso).
Mientras esperar, una enfermera me llevó a la mesa de información al frente del hospital para buscar las tarjetas de visita. Dan dos tarjetas a cada familia. Luego me hicieron firmar un papel como testigo y de ella. Llegó el momento llevarle ella a la sala de partos. Un trabajador del hospital caminaba con nosotras y cuando llegamos a la puerta el me dijo, “Solo hasta aquí. Ud. No puede entrar en la sala de partos.” Le di un abrazo a Carmen y le dije “Buena Suerte!”
Estaban dos hombres enfrente de la sala de partos. Uno de ellos, pobrecito, me explicó que el había pasado tres días en el Hospital esperando a su esposo tener su bebe, él dormía por bancos dentro del hospital y solo salió una vez. El viaje es mas que una hora por cada lado, en bus, y aunque no puede estar en la sala de partos, parece que él no quiere perder el momento de estar allí cuando nazca el bebe. Que buen esposo. El me preguntó si mi sobrina “Es Primeriza?” “Si,” le conté a EL, es la primer niño va a tener. De la mía también, me decía.
Miercoles: Llamamos al hospital el próximo día, y me dijeron que llame de nuevo después de la una. Hable de nuevo con ellos, y me dijeron que ya tuvo el niño y estaba en recuperación. Mi cuñada y yo anduvimos por el hospital por la segunda hora de visita, a las 4 de la tarde. Lastimosamente, no pudimos ver a la Carmen. La hicieron cesárea, y no estuvo lista tener visita.
Robé esta foto de ella; lo siento Carmen, no podía resistir.
Jueves: Me fui por el hospital de nuevo, pero sola. Mi cuñada no podía ir por estar enferma. Cuando llegue a la área de recuperación de mamas, vi la Carmen dormida con su niño nuevo.
Carmen estaba en un cuarto grande con 5 otras mujeres, todas esperando dar luz. Casi todas estaban muy cerca de dar luz, menos una, que tenia 2 meses de embarazo, y no podía comer sin enfermar cada vez. Me noté un momento muy bonito. Los papas de una mujer joven estaban visitándole a ella. La joven acabó de bañar, y su mama estaba peinándole el pelo de su hija – tiene pelo muy bonito. Yo podía ver que la mama le cuida muy bien de ella, quizás le adora a ella. Como Americanos, somos tan independientes que casi no se ve cosas así, como mamas peinando el pelo de su hija adulta. No era nada de fea. Era bien cariñosa, y me gustó. Había un plato de comida por le mesa a la par de la cama de Carmen. Las otras mujeres me decían, dígale ella que coma su comida, tiene que bajar la leche. Eso hice, pero Carmen no quería mucha comida. Estaba muy cansada, muy fuera de normal, y parecía un poco drogada. Me daba lastima sabiendo que la rajaran así, tan joven (solo tiene 16 años) como es.
Pues, Carmen me explicaba la historia de su parto. Como el doctor decía el martes, Carmen empezó a dar luz alrededor de la una de la mañana. Pero no la atendieron, me decía, y solo había una enfermera con ella durante esas horas. Me decía que empujaba mucho, pero en niño no bajaba. Estaban dos doctores, uno que quería hacer el parto cesárea, y el otro, no. El que no quería cesárea intentó a empujar el niño por abajo, pero no podía ayudarle a ella. En el fin, Carmen me dijo, la hicieron la cesárea a las 4 de la tarde. Que raro, pensé yo, porque cuando hablé con alguien del hospital poco después de las 2 de la tarde, me dijeron que ya tenia el niño. Quizás ya decidieron hacerle la cesárea.
De todas maneras la mama y su niño nuevo, que se llama “Andy” estaban bien. Nos mudamos a otro cuarto después, donde estaban 5 otras mujeres con recién nacidos. Yo pasaba un rato mas allí, fascinada con el bebe tan pequeño. Lo bueno es que parece contento. Carmen me dice que tiene ojos grises, pero no los podía ver – mientra que estuve allí, nunca los abrió. Creo que Andy no va a ser chillón, no lloró mucho dentro aquella hora y media que pasé con ellos.
Viernes la vamos a traer a la Carmen y Andy para la casa.
Between nieces and sisters in-law, five babies have been born since I’ve been here, two of whom I’ve brought to the hospital.
I’ll start with my sister-in-law first. It was October 4, 2010. I know, I didn’t tell you sooner, I’ve been keeping it from you all this time. I was visiting my in-laws on that day in fact, so it was lucky for both my sister in law “Morena” and I, since not everyone here has a car like we do, and I was able to participate in the FASTEST BABY DELIVERY in El Salvador for the entire week. Ok, this is my best guestimate, and I *may* be exaggerating. But not by much.
I was near the house and someone alerted me it was “about time” for Morena and we’d better make a move in a hospital direction. She had waited a little while, maybe an hour or so, hoping her husband would get off work to make the drive with us, but he didn’t make it soon enough, so we had to get going.
In the car were me, my mother-in-law Irene, and Morena, in the back seat. I’m regretting how long she’d waited at this point, because she was saying “Ay!” at every small turn or bump in the road. There were a lot of “huecos,” or potholes in the road on the way to the National Hospital of Nueva Concepcion (Hospital Nacional de Nueva Concepción), which was not helping her cause. I did my best to avoid the potholes while still humming along at a faster speed, lest my car become the “spot” for baby to arrive in this new world.
We get to the hospital, finally, and the “vigilante” (security guard) let’s us in with the car, and drive right up to emergency. They were pretty quick to get her onto the delivery area, and my mother and law and I followed along on foot as they cruised her down the hallway on the mobile-bed. I was all set to go into the delivery area, us being the “supporting family” and all, but they have “new rules” now at the hospital. They say it’s to protect the babies against microbes. Which makes some sense, since this is an agricultural area, and heck knows what people drag in with their boots or have on their person after working around animals, but there are other reasons why it works ‘best’ for hospital staff to keep us divided, which we’ll talk about in the post about my niece’s childbirth.
So, no going into the “Sala de Partos” or delivery room, and my mother-in-law and I sat outside of it. I wanted to stay in contact with Morena’s husband, to keep him up to date, but my cell phone was almost out of battery. So I walked up to the nearest receptacle and plugged in. A woman on the hospital staff passed by and waved her finger at me and said “Oh no, you cannot use the plugs here to charge your phone.” How could I forget? We’re at the National Hospital (as in “free care”), so all expenses are monitored and no way can you charge your cell phone and get a “freeby” here. Cripes, now what to do? The security guard who was standing near “Missus don’t-you-dare-charge-your-cell-phone” Icicle lady as she passed by, said to me in a hushed tone, “Hey, why don’t you go talk with the security guard at the gate out front, he can help you charge your phone.”
Before I could even charge my phone, a doctor peeped his head out of the “Area Restringida” (restricted area / delivery room) and asked if we were relatives of Maria Irene Chacon, my sister-in-law “Morena’s” real name. “Yes,” we said. “She just had a boy”. My mother and I looked at each other, surprised and excited.
45 minutes had passed since she entered the delivery room. WOW. I was impressed.
Ok, she didn’t have a boy in the end. Because so many women were there having babies at once, there was a bit of confusion and a mixed message. We found out later it was a girl. Like the next day, in fact.
QUARANTINED This is a funny thing they do at the hospital, too. They let no one in for the delivery, and then keep the mothers and their babies in that area with no visitors allowed for several hours more. So even though it was still not even 5 in the afternoon, none of us was going to be able to see Morena and her baby until the next day, at visiting hour, which starts at 12pm. So that’s it. No father’s in the delivery room wiping the sweat from their wives forehead or caressing their cheek or hearing their wives scream at them “it’s all YOUR FAULT YOU SOB!” No, none of that sweet stuff. But we’re in the National Hospital, remember. The “free” one, and you get what you pay for. Morena reminded me, during our visit to Carmen’s delivery, now almost two years later, how she was careful not to moan or whine too much in pain. She was warned by our cousin Elsie, who’d had a baby 1 or 2 years prior to her, not to make too much fuss, because the nurses there say “Oh, you’re crying NOW? But you weren’t crying when you MADE this baby were you? No, you were asking for MORE when you opened your legs THEN, so you why you cryin’ now?” That’s one perk of working at the National Hospital, you see. Since they’re poor and they don’t pay for their services, you can treat ’em however you like and no one’s gonna make you do any different. So Morena made sure to be “tough,” she told me, “I bit the blanket, and I didn’t cry or whine, I wasn’t going to give them any reason to make comments like that to ME!”
HOSPITAL DECOR. While inside the hospital, I made a note of various wall-hangings. There were many posters about breast feeding to look at, most appeared hand-made, with hand-drawn figures of women and infants, or with cut-out pictures from magazines. All these posters were talking about the importance of breast-feeding, its nutritional benefits, with some posters strongly advising “solo pecho,” or only breast-feeding, the the first three to six months. Some people might have found this campy, but I really like it. It showed a lot of participation, and humanity by the hospital staff in efforts to affect the lives of their patients and their patient’s children. It felt really personal. Other posters, manufactured by some organization or the government hung on walls, illustrating ways to avoid dengue fever, and the importance of hand-washing to avoid illnesses.
We left the hospital, leaving Morena there, and knowing all went well and we’d see her tomorrow at noon.
DAY TWO —
We got to pick up Morena the day after she had her baby. We arrived at visiting hours, which start at 12:00 noon at the National Hospital in Nueva Concepcion, El Salvador. Morena’s husband Dulio and me. Before leaving for the hospital, he had just come back from work. Oddly, instead of rushing to the hospital with me, he was joking around with my husband and people around the house and cutting coconuts open for everyone that he’d brought back from the boss’s tree. I didn’t understand that. Perhaps I missed something. For me, a man who’s just become a father for the second time and hasn’t seen his wife since she had their baby a day before should be jumping out of his shoes to get into my car and drive as fast as possible to the hospital to see the new baby. But I have to recalculate. We’re in El Salvador, remember? things work different here. Take it easy. So I took it easy.
We get to the hospital and go down a hallway a little way’s from the delivery room where we left Morena yesterday. Its the last room on the right at the end. A 20 x 20 foot room with 8 beds in it. There were eight women there, a full house, all but two were there with newborn babies. Of the two women still pregnant, one was to give birth in one or two days, and the other was four months pregnant, interned for a serious infection. The room was very hot; all the mothers were sweating but the babies were all fine. It really is a small world. My brother-in-law Dulio knew the husband of the woman in the bed next to Morena.
We got everyone packed up and ready to go, and had to stop by the front desk before leaving. A nurse made sure to swaddle Morena’s baby girl, Wendy, before we hit the road. I drove 30 mph the whole way back, slowly swerving to avoid the potholes.
My husband and I were eating a steak he prepared yesterday. It was spiced very well and had sauteed onions. But the meat was so tough it didn’t break down with chewing. So we talked about it, and I said “I have a theory. They don’t have a lot of free land here, so maybe the meat we eat is really old dairy cattle that are too old to produce milk, so they kill them and this is what we eat.” “That’s not theory, Jenny, that’s reality.”
Then I asked my friend Pohl today what he thinks. He thinks they just aren’t fed well, and said didn’t I notice how skinny they are? I agreed that most are rather skinny. Either way, if you want good meat in El Salvador you probably want to buy imported meat. Go to a meat shop in downtown San Salvador in one of the snooty neighborhoods and find the best butcher. I’ve never been inside one of them, but I know someone somewhere in El Salvador must be insisting upon the best cuts of meat, so if you’re a tried and true meat lover, you will find it.
As for us, we’ll stick with chicken and pork, just as tender here as back home.
Readers, can I ask you for help today?
I recently learned of a mother-daughter team who began working over five years ago to document an important part of El Salvador’s history.
They are Inez and Ruby, and they are documenting the stories, as told by the families, of people who disappeared before and during the civil war here. The organization behind this effort is CoMadres, which stands for the Committee of Mothers, one of the first human rights organizations in El Salvador.
Ruby and Inez have come to El Salvador on numerous trips for this project. They are in the final stages of the research for this tremendous project, and are fundraising to support this work, which will help pay for airline flights and supplies to complete two trips this year.
They are close to their goal. Can you help them reach it by making a donation? They have a few weeks left before their fundraising campaign ends:
Learn more about the project, Writing the history of CoMadres, at their website.
Co-Madres was initiated by a group of women in the 1970s in response to extreme political repression and violence. They have struggled continuously for human rights for all in El Salvador and internationally.
Ruby visited their office in 2005 to learn about their work. When they suggested that perhaps one day someone would help them write their history, we decided to be that someone — despite having no experience or formal training. This blog chronicles the joys and tribulations of that effort.
…your trip to the “urban” area of Nueva Concepcion to find Cafe Ataco or similar quality ground coffee goes like this:
Not only do they have coffee, but here’s a hotel and restaurant, and coffee tours. Cafe Ataco gets a free “plug” from me today, just for tasting good.
1. Drive 25 minutes to get there. The next nearest town is “el pueblo” of Agua Caliente, which does not have a grocery or an ATM machine, but it does have a town hall with mail service, a church, and not one but TWO cyber cafes. “La Nueva” as we call it is definitely more urban so of course I’ll find some coffee there.
2. Park car at the Dispensa Familiar. Find ‘coffee’ area within store. See 3 or 4 brands of instant coffee, including Cafe Listo and Coscafe. “Coscafe” does have ground coffee on the shelf. We tried their instant coffee years ago, and didn’t like it. “What about the other super,” my husband says.
3. Visit the other super, called “El Baratillo.” Take money out of wallet and check 8 inch size purse at bag check area. Get to the coffee area.
4. See an expanded selection of instant coffees, now at least 5 or 6 brands. Zero bags of ground coffee. Might they have some bags in “el mercado?”
5. We passed through the market but did not see any, though I confess we did not do a super-thorough search. If they’d be anywhere they’d be with the vendors who sell beans, nuts, cocoa beans, and dog food. But I don’t recall seeing any coffee beans at those stalls, actually, in any of my visits to a market. The gas station in Guazapa between Amayo and San Salvador use to sell coffee in bags that we bought often. But we’re not there now.
We opted for the large size glass bottle of Cafe Listo, made by Nescafe, which is “the” coffee drank by a majority of Salvadorans. We’re OK, though, we’d been drinking it all along anyway. But our happy diversion with the recent Cafe Ataco purchase will repeat itself on our next trip to San Salvador. We’ll be sure to pick up a few extra bags while we’re there.
I can’t help but laugh – Anderson Cooper coming out now is perfect timing! The grand opening of a new bar near our neighborhood happened just a few weeks ago. The bar is called “El Gato Verde” and it’s the biggest deal to hit this part of rural Chalatenango since the circus came to our little canton/town two years ago.
On opening night, all sorts of people showed up from all over. Including two men, who came with different groups of friends, who are obviously openly gay by their dress and conversation. Fairly normal for a bar full of people.
Also among the crowd was a group of four young men, dressed like any other teenage boys would in the area – same type of shirt, jeans, hairstyle, etc. They were also….openly gay/bi, all dancing together on the dance floor.
This surprised me, because from my experiences with Salvadorans in Boston and the boys in our Salvadoran “hood”, rural male sentiment usually comes in two flavors, “macho” and “machista,” or “manly” and “chauvinistic manly”. Seeing these six youth, all demonstrating that they are either openly gay or bi, in a bar in the middle of the country in El Salvador was new and unexpected – at least to me. I found it funny because it was so in contrast from my long-held ideas about rural living in general, and our rural world here.
I saw no negative reactions, hostility, or discrimination by other people in the bar towards them, and that was a good thing. My husband is definitely more old school, and he joked about it after we got home.
So there you have it, being openly gay is becoming acceptable in rural El Salvador. Times are a changin’.
People thinking of moving to El Salvador often ask expats here, “What does it cost to live there?” Just like anywhere else in the world, it depends on many factors like lifestyle, family size, and needs. Lifestyle is the biggest defining factor, and if you not expecting to change it, expect to pay more. I like how What’s up El Salvador puts it:
You can also show up expecting the moon for fifty cents, and find your expenses are close to what you left behind, and be miserable. How? Don’t really move.
Exactly. Transport your lifestyle with all its trimmings, and that’s exactly what you’ll get: an American life, inside of another country, with a hefty price tag. Why not just move to Cancun!
El Salvador is of course, much cheaper to live in than Western countries, and still cheaper than the country my husband and I love to hate – Costa Riiica ( gotta be rich/rica to live there now). But buyer beware, some things cost less, and some cost more.
What’s Cheaper? We can start the list with tropical Fruits and Vegetables.
Sit down before reading this. The papaya on the right set me back a whole $2 last week.
ALL of the vegetables in the picture below cost me $7 on June 28, 2012.
I bought them off the veggie truck, so if I’d have gone to the market, would have been even cheaper. Nice huh? What would this be back home, pushing $20? The only ‘expensive’ fruits and vegetables I run into are apples, and potatoes aren’t too cheap. Cabbage is gigantic here compared to the states, and some of the carrots and cucumbers have been very large recently, too. El Salvador is great for vegetarians and health nuts!
Veggie purchase, itemized:
Oranges (7) .50
Plantains (3) .50
Cucumbers (30 .50
Chayote (giant) .35
Tomatoes (16) 1.00
Onions (8) 1.00
Potato (1+ lb) 1.00
Avocado (2) 1.00
— “What else is Barato (a bargain)?,” you might ask. —
Cheap or lower-end type products, like ones you can find in the U.S., can be found for even better prices here. For instance, these “ginas,” or plastic flip-flops, cost me $2 at the Aguilares market the other day, and nearly two years ago a pair identical to them, but in black, cost me $2.5o in Chalatenango. Geez, I was ripped off of a whole .50 back then. Other items I can think of,: I saw tweezers in the store for 50 cents recently, and Super Glue – it’s always the same brand – chimera – is only .25 cents a tube. You get what you pay for. I’ve tried to get more than one use out of a glue tube, but once I open and squeeze it, no matter how well I cover or seal it the glue dries out. Don’t kill yourself to save a quarter, just buy a new one.
Housing. You’ll find housing costs anywhere from 1/4 to 1/2 what you might pay back home, which makes sense since your salary will probably one fourth what you’d make, too. There are probably 5 or 6 different areas that gring@s like to live in, in or around San Salvador, and outside of the city are pockets in the country that people consider safe and comfortable to live in. Our house in Los Planes, with 2 small BR on one floor and an ‘open loft’ area on 2nd floor, and 2 baths – one with hot water, one without, on a big lot, was only $350. It had some paint and a few shabby issues, but who cares? We live OUT-side here, right? That same house and lot in Escalon might have been $1000 or more. I’ve heard of pp renting a very small place for $150 in Antiguo Cuscatlan, and then you go back up in price again in Santa Elena – very chi-chi. It’s cheaper to live near the beach than the city, but you won’t get much work out there.
Local Restaurants and Stands. Operative word = local. There are numerous local restaurant and “champas” (stands) where you can buy pupusas, sandwiches, tacos, etc. After you give your stomach a few months to get used to El Salvador, you can be eating off local food stands everywhere. Pupusas, on the ‘high’ end are .60 apiece, or .75 for the double-size at Boomwallos in Los Planes de Renderos, and four is a decent adult’s meal. Plus, the further into the country you get the cheaper things are. Pasteles – which are deep fried corn-meal pockets, stuffed with chicken and potatoes are yum. They’re either four for a dollar or eight, depending on if I’m in the “city” or the “country”. Hmm. did.I hear you say you might want Wendy’s, Chicken Wings, Indian, Thai, or something else? Ok, no problem, we can do that. Just pull out the American dollars from your American wallet and pay the American price. Same exact price you’d pay there as here. Pollo Campero is included in that list, though they originated in Guatemala.
Fruit Juices, Shakes, and Hot beverages. A quart-size bag of fresh-squeezed orange juice was $1 the last time we had it in downtown Chalatenango, “Frescos” ( fresh drinks) made of fruits like tamarind or hibiscus or ‘horchata’ (an orgeat one) are often 25 cents apiece, and large shakes, called “Liquados,” made with fresh fruits are a dollar, or a dollar fifty if you choose a pricier fruit (like strawberry). The famous “atole de elote,” a sweet, hot corn-based drink can be found for 60 cents a cup or less. Drinks “in a bag” are also cheaper, like soda or water.
Market versus Supermarket. If you can go to a market that’s decent and safe (like one in Merliot for instance) you can find fruits, vegetables, meats, and cheap household products. Vegetables at the supermarket are often twice the market price.
Food and other products made here. The more Salvadoran you become, the fatter your wallet will be. Stick with locally made items, especially at the supermarket. Yes, there are numerous items Americans are accustomed to that are not locally made. You can find staples for basic recipes everywhere, and the more Salvadoran you eat, the easier it will be for you. Salvadoran foods do not contain Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Middle Eastern, or Indian ingredients that we see stocked on shelves in our country everywhere. You will find soy sauce at almost all stores, but oyster sauce and fish sauce, now you’re pushing it. A gringa new to El Salvador was just mentioning the other day how hard American or imported food products are to find, and how expensive they are. ( It seems like we all go through a ‘familiar foods longing’ when we first arrive here). Things like Classico spaghetti sauce, or specialty or exotic foods (say Thai curry) will cost more, and even boxed American cereals made in Latin America cost about the same as in the U.S. But I can’t help myself – I give in to the occasional splurge, like manchego cheese or those wonderful calamata olives (yum yum). One thing we never found here, which is funny because you’re up to your ears in oatmeal here, is “Cream of Wheat.” My husband calls it “spider eggs” and grew to love it back in the U.S. We had people send it here to us.
Movies. I have never been here once, but heard it’s just a few bucks to go. But speaking of…
Pirated DVDs and CDs: $1 apiece. Sometimes only fifty cents. I know, it’s “pirating,” but heck, who’s gonna pay $15 for a CD when they don’t even make that a day? I feel it’s totally justified, sorry if you don’t like it, let the Westerners pay full price.
— What Costs More? —
The biggest one is gasoline. It costs about 20% more to fill up your tank in El Salvador than in the U.S. (based on an average nationwide prices I looked at).
Cars – They cost more here, just like other imports – no Nissan or Toyota factories here. Sending a car here yourself also includes an import/duty fee you must pay, and depends on how new it is, currently ranging anywhere from several hundred to a couple thousand dollars. NOTE: Cars older than eight years cannot be brought into the country. I recommend our make of car if you buy one here: Toyota Corolla. There are tons of them here, often in gray for some reason, and they are great because they are amazing on gas mileage, and cops seem to pull them over less at road-stops. It’s a nondescript vehicle, and the ones they usually pull over are big SUVS and chitty-chitty bang bangs.
Road stops in El Salvador, btw are another Salvadoran oddity to get used to – cops can and will pull you over at stops all over the country. So don’t drive drunk and do NOT ever carry an unregistered pistol (Here is a great article on gun registration at Life in the Armpit). You need a license after being here more than three months, but if you’re nice to the cop, s/he will often let you go. I’ve been stopped on 3 separate occasions and played ‘dumb gringa’ each time, always off with a warning.
This Salvadoran country style dresser cost $90 in 2008.
Another “hit” is furniture and electronics. That’s likely due to import costs, and laws against cutting trees (we’re 20 years post-deforestation here). You can save on furniture by buying the “Salvy” style country-looking wooden dressers and beds and things. Those items are often sold on the side of the road, or near the “mercado central” (downtown San Salvador) so if you have a car, you’ll probably see them, or go with someone downtown and walk around.
Electronics – they don’t make much here from what I know. Usually more. Go to the market and look for second hand.
Appliances – ha ha ha. Dinky refrigerators for not so small prices. The $600 low-cost brand in Home Depot is no where to be found here. And the insult gets better when you read the label: made in Costa Rica. Don’t they make enough money off of tourism? Where is OUR Salvadoran appliance factory!!!!!
“American brand” or American style things – like American clothing. Anything that is imported or designed in such a way to look exactly like something you’d buy in American (which is really made in China anyway) costs more. You can take a walk through malls and mini-malls in Santa Elena (like near the embassy) and Colonia Escalon and spend to your heart’s content on overpriced furniture and home goods just as you would at a Crate and Barrel or more “chi-chi” kind of place in the U.S. But if you’re coming to live here or stay for awhile, and have to stick to a budget, you’ll have to let some things go. “Eddie,” a recently returned Salvadoran after living in the states for eight years, and back in our country ‘hood, is attached to “Michael Jordan” brand shoes and mentioned he has 15 pairs (he’s caught the gringo consumer-bug I’d say). He said he went looking for the “Jordan” store in the mall. I had to hold back a laugh and keep a straight face. There ain’t no Jordan store here, babe!
An alternative to buying American clothing here: second hand clothing stores, selling American discards. For instance, variedades Genesis is one, and almost every major urban area or large pueblo will have a used American clothing store. The only issue I’ve seen is they tend to have a lot of XL and XXL sizes, especially mens. Guys here would swim in those shirts!
Textiles. What UP with the expensive towels and sheets that are also such poor quality? And often made in El Salvador – embarrassing. Is cotton not grown here much? Tip: buy them at the 2nd hand store.
Tools & Hardware. More items we’re stuck importing from other places, unless its simple tools like hammer or wrench. They usually cost the same or more than in the United States. Don’t even both walking into EPA if you live on a Salvadoran sueldo (salary). It’s more expensive than Home Depot. This store chain, from Venezuela is definitely not allied with the socialist ideals from back home. So, most tools are same or more. Unless you’re buying a ‘corvo’ – Salvadoran word for machete. Those can cost as little as $5. They often sell the blades separate at the market for pp who like to make their own wooden handles, and corvos have these really cool leather holders, often with fringe, which you strap to your belt so you can be a bad *ss walking down the street like that. I’ve always wanted to get a corvo with a white leather case, so I can strut down main street in el campo with matching white hat and boots.
Tool alternative: used tools at the market. Same with small appliances.
PHONES. I almost forgot, how could I? Our dear friends at Tigo, who provide us with our beloved cable and internet, are also a cell phone provider in El Salvador. The rates here are OUT-rageous. Phone-to-phone calls, if you don’t have a “favorite” number set up are 20 cents a minute, and that’s calling a client on Tigo. That said, you can save a TON by setting up your favorite number, and paying a regular charge for it. Also, one money-saver here are “blackberry” plans, which if you are a texter (I’m not), is great. Talk away with your thumbs, it’s pretty cheap. In fact, that’s what most pp in El Salvador do with their phones – text messaging. The other favorite thing they do with their phones is listen to music.
What does it cost YOU to live there? – someone might ask
When we were renting a house for $350 a month, our entire nut was around $1100 to live on, for two adults, living a very pared down lifestyle. A thousand on a good month, $1300 on a month with, say a car repair or bigger non-monthly expense. We have specific goals while here, and have to preserve savings for our return to the U.S., so our cost of living is very much outside of the American “norm.” We live frugally, so keep that in mind for your own planning. This $1100 budget includes rent, food, light, water bill, cable/internet bill, groceries, cheap snacks, gas for the car, and minor repairs. We did not carry health or car insurance. (neither is obligatory here, but car insurance may be soon). Neither of us has had a cell phone plan since coming here. No “weekend trips” here & there – but we do visit friends and family and go on day trips. No eating at restaurants like Tony Roma’s except a blue moon with friends from work, avoiding fast foods (we do treat ourselves and mother-in-law once a month or so to Pollo Campero. Heck, she deserves it for all she does). No Starbucks or fancy cafes. We do allow ourselves the luxury of store-bought beer and wine 4+ nights a week or drinking a few at a local ‘chalet’ for .75 – 1.00 a piece. Our internet/cable bill of $57 is a luxury for El Salvador, but I consider internet here a necessity and would never give it up.
You get the idea. No splurging. It’s about living a different type of life. But don’t get me wrong – we’re not “suffering” from frugality. We are living what’s important.
Living in El Salvador, without many luxuries allows us to enjoy the finer things in life, like the constant sunshine and warm weather we won’t have outside of El Salvador. Swimming in the river near our house instead of a weekend trip with hotel stays and restaurants. Eating pupusas with my in-laws and enjoying that time with them, instead of going to a steakhouse; they’re not getting any younger, and we won’t be in El Salvador forever. Playing with our nieces and nephews. Getting to know our neighbors in Los Planes, unlike back home, where so many people don’t get to know their neighbors, because everyone is working all the time (not that that’s a bad thing, it’s just different).
I recommend this pared-down lifestyle to anyone living anywhere in the world, not just people thinking of moving to El Salvador or becoming an expat. All the money in the world can’t buy you sunshine, or a warm breeze, or the thrill of a tremendous thunderstorm with water gushing buckets off the roof. ALL THOSE THINGS ARE FREE.