The cold, salty water of the ocean stunned her. Not for long. She shook it off, with the smile only a child could conjure up. She swaddled deeper in, the water up to her waist, licking at her form ...  [+]

"What do you remember from El Salvador?" This question. This conversation. Again. "I remember the mountains." Is my reply. Hushed. Apprehensive. How many times have I heard this song and dance? "I ...  [+]