Day 01 (Part 1)–Getting to Mexico

Greetings, fellow travelers-in-spirit!  It’s been a long day for all of us—currently we’ve been traveling together for 12 hours—and it’s not over yet!  I am happy to report that we have all made it safely to Mexico City and are awaiting our flight to Tuxtla Gutierrez Airport in Chiapas.  After that, we have a bus ride through the mountains in the dark, and we should be at our hotel and preparing to sleep by 11:00 tonight.

We all arrived at the airport this morning without mishap—we were checked off Professor Chris’s list and given an envelope that contained all our dinner money for the trip.  The most excitement I experienced before we boarded our (first) plane was Continue reading

El Salvador Day 02: Two Red Books on Holy Ground, the High Price of Immigration, and Meeting Jon Sobrino

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Today was a full day, an emotional day. Here’s the scoop, dear reader…

You know what’s weird? Hearing someone proclaim your native country to be an “imperial nation” to your face.

That’s what happened yesterday during our history of El Salvador presentation yesterday as Carlos explained how the US government has been culpable in Salvadorian oppression for decades and we heard a similar thought, in different words, today during our presentation from another man named Carlos who explained the two major problems in El Salvador, economics and violence. But let me step back for a moment because we witnessed profound images before we listened to this story.

The Red Books

Our first stop was at the University of Central America where we traveled through a museum dedicated to the martyrdom of six Jesuit priests and two women who were executed in 1989. I encourage you to read about the full story on another website, as in the meantime I want to talk about the emotions involved in seeing this museum. First, the museum was located in the offices of the Jesuit priests, meaning we learned of their lives in what was once the space where they worked their message. There were photos on the wall showing the firebombing the soldiers did to the offices, bringing home what this space once was. We saw clothing and items belonging to Rutullio Grande and Romero, plus the actual clothing the Jesuits wore as they were executed. Bullet holes were like  pockmarks across the fabrics and stains of blood and other bodily fluids from the assassination that night are still clearly visible in each garment. Combined with bullet-riddled Bibles, torched paintings of Romero, and photos of the two women who were also killed, the museum was a haunting tribute to their lives. Continue reading