Friendly El Salvadorans

We did some shopping for Flor our 19 year old neighbor from El Salvador due to there being no public transportation from Ostional to Nosara, which holds our closest supermercado and the the word "super" in that title is very mis-leading w/ an americano mindset. Flor's little brother Steven is a cute little six year old who skips around like a hopping Crow. Pretty amazing seeing how with only three years to his merit he was run over by a bus and both his legs were broken. Sportin' titanium at such a young age!
Upon returning w/ Flor's list all checked off, she tried to pay us for our trip, we declined, naturally. We did ask if they would show us how to make homemade tortillas and had a lesson at 6pm. Lard being a key ingredient was expected, but not so. Mis-nomer on our part, they just added water. Flor's torts were perfectly round and uniform in thickness, mine were a little less and thicker and Marina's, well they...let's say she needed more practice! Pretty tasty, yet kinda bland. We asked if they ever added spices but "no" was the answer. A little salt, cumin and ? would do alot.

Following day we were reading up on the veranda and we heard Steven skipping along and soon "Hoy!"(Steven's favaourite salute) and "Hola, buenos tardes!" from Flor, so we slip some clothes on and open the door to smiling faces and a plate perched atop Flor's high slung palm, all she was lacking was a black and white uniform. Stacked three inches tall and individually wrapped in paper towels w/ a small side bag of "salsa", she said, but not picante like we would think, just a tomato sauce. This offering was the result of a "Papusa" conversation during our tortilla lesson and due to my lack of never having a papusa. They whipped some up, were dropped off w/ smiles and an great lesson of giving for Steven, then wandered back up the hill. We went up to the kitchen counter like two little kids that just raided the cookie jar and knew they were not going to get in trouble once all was devoured. I unwrapped and Marina poured the sauce into a cup, thence our savoury delight began. Shredded pork, diced green chilis and a trace of cheese all rippled amongst the yummy tortilla recipe we learned the day prior. Not too greasy, but it could be seen and you knew daily consumption of such greatness creates large bellies over sixty years. They brought four and I ate two and a half, Marina quit due to the richness of it all, I just wanted more!