Well, I am back in El Salvador. When I left last year, everybody asked me when I was going to come back. The little boys were in tears. What could I do? So I have come for another eight-week stay, to teach English and enjoy the company of these lovely people. Francisco picks me up at Comalapa Airport and brings me to his place. I move back into his little casita and settle in nicely. The swimming pool has suffered some mysterious ailment and is empty, but other than that, everything is the same. I go to Misael’s house where the family greets me like a long-lost cousin. I tell them their house is mi segundo hogar and I am delighted to be sitting talking with them again. Both Misael and Felipe’s English have improved noticeably since I first met them and they are dead keen to learn even more. They also promise to help me improve my Spanish while I am here.