As we were on the road I noticed that most of the drivers didn't follow the road signs or the speeding limit and cops never stopped them or bothered to care. Nowhere in the United States would that ever be tolerated. Most of the back roads were gravel and dirt; it looked nothing like a road. When we arrived to my father's house there were a lot of family members waiting to greet us, I had a lot of uncles, aunts and cousins that I knew nothing about and were waiting to meet me. They were all so nice and I felt like I was very loved by people I have never met before. .
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One thing I noticed was that they were dressed very differently. Most of the women were either in a traditional dress or wearing a long skirt, and the men had pants on. It cached my attention because I was in shorts and love wearing pants as well. I didn't know if it wasn't allowed for women to wear shorts or pants or it was just their preference to be in traditional dresses. A part of me wanted to ask why they were all dressed so traditionally but another part of me couldn't dare. What if I offended someone? What would they think of me?.
As we went inside and started to get settled I heard a knock at the door, it was my dad's next door neighbors stopping by to say hello and welcoming him back to his country. I thought that was such a nice gesture as I couldn't imagine my neighbors back home stopping by to say hello or ask how we were doing. As I continued to unpack my dad wanted to give me a tour of the house. He told me the house had recently gone through renovation and that the bathroom was now inside instead of being outside like before. I thought it was quite funny, who would think of a bathroom being outside on the yard? I can't imagine back home having to use the restroom and just walk to my backyard and act like its normal. My dad told me that not everyone in El Salvador is fortunate to have most of the luxuries we have back in the United States.