Descriptive Essay On El Salvador

democracy is to flourish in El Salvador, the government will have to find a way to solve its security dilemma. Most importantly, it will need to figure out how to ensure the safety of its citizens without reverting to repressive authoritarianism. Because of its involvement in the civil war, its connection to the gang problem, and its interest in promoting democracy, the United States has an obligation to give El Salvador major assistance with crime reduction. Susan Burgerman argues that the best way to do this in El Salvador and elsewhere is through long-term commitment to supporting democratic institutions rather than sporadic assistance. As she writes, “Lowering violent crime significantly in poorly performing states requires focused, systemic,

El Salvador is a very densely populated country and it’s known as the land of volcanoes. My favorite thing about paragraph two is that El Salvador is the smallest Latin American country. My favorite thing about paragraph 34 is that in El Salvador the temperature there is always above 70 and sometime it's in the 60’s. My favorite things about paragraph four is that they cleared the forestland to make more room for agriculture and that several different species of trees like the balsa,cedar,coconut all grow across the coast. El Salvador is known as the country that steals the heart of those travelers as they visit central America.

In recent years Guatemala has become one of the strongest economic performers in Latin America thanks to prudent macroeconomic management. Even with this happening it is just one of many countries that had an increase in poverty in this region in recent years. After a 36-year civil war this country made significant progress by achieving macroeconomic and democratic stability. With the signing of the Peace Accords in 1996, the country improved its access to international markets through trade agreements (Guatemala). Guatemala was among some of the first colonial conquest of the mainland.

On the way to the ruins we passed through small towns that were poor and run down. The people looked tired and the houses were falling apart. It was the first time that I had been in a heavily poverty stricken location. It’s shocking that a multi-million dollar resort could be miles away from such a dying area. The Mayan ruins were astonishing, but I was overwhelmed by the neglected towns and people.

Maria Materiano, an expectant mother and her husband, Salvador exited the large Mediterranean style house, ready for a night on the town, standing on the veranda watching it rain, while waiting for the limousine. Charles drove the limo close to the veranda, got out, opened the door while holding the umbrella to keep Maria from getting wet as he and her husband helped her into the back seat. Driving down the street, Salvador spoke, “I know I asked you earlier, but are you sure you should be out tonight? The weather is horrible and getting worse.” “I’m eight months pregnant.

The group had never forgotten the message that had been displayed that day, even when running from the same government that had once been helpful. It had fallen power-hungry and determined to make this a land of only them. They chased down every person and taken them places he didn’t know. “UHHHHHHHHH” he yelled in

Colombia’s official name is the Republic of Colombia. It is also nicknamed the “gateway to South America”. It is located in Northern South America where South America connects with North and Central America. With a population of 45,013,672, Colombia is the fifth largest country in Latin America. Colombia is known for its beautiful culture, land, and natural beauty.

Honduras is an amazing place to visit but the people who inhabit it are the ones making it look bad. People seem more interested in politics and being superior but never in how to make their home a better place or to actually get an education to have a broader perspective of how things really are. My mom was born in a time full of chaos in Honduras. My mom lived in a little village named Atima surrounded by mountains. Atima is a municipality in the Honduran department located in Santa Barbara, Honduras.

Blood-curdling screams resonated through the city of Méso and out. The sights of mangled people that looked like x was enough to subdue the strongest of warriors. All-around, children were astrayed from their families, forced to seek shelter alone; the only ones to comfort themselves in this wretched of times. The most difficult to stomach, though, was witnessing the aftermath of the quake. Thousands of people left on the streets, with nowhere to go, and no one to turn to.

I was extremely scared, anxious, and uncomfortable. I guess this is what I signed up for. Why would anyone give up the safety of their own home to help people in Guatemala? I want to go home.

Our armchair travels have taken us to Brazil, a vast country in South America. It stretches from the Amazon Basin in the north to vineyards and the massive Iguacu Falls in the south. Our first stop will be the city of Sao Paulo. Sao Paulo is a vibrant financial center and is one of the world’s most populous cities. It is the largest city in South America situated on the Piratininga Plateau surrounded by rivers that flow out into the interior.

El Salvador is located in Central America between Guatemala and Honduras. The capital is San Salvador and the language that is spoken is Spanish and Nawat. The population is over 6 million people. Crime in El Salvador is a big issue. They are a growing player in the drug trafficking business, serving as a recipient and storage point along the Pacific Coast.

After entering, we had visited Jose Antonio memorial. After seeing the Border Wall from where he was shot down, without a doubt, I believe that Jose Antonio was wrongful taken from this world, and it is because of the U.S. failure to realize the consequence of their action. We then took a bus to HEPCA, which is an organization that aims to help the children of Nogales. Even though, I did not speak Spanish, I could really feel the emotion, and deicationt he speaker was portraying.

It was a bleak and humid saturday as we drove down the highway bored out of our minds, I blankly started out of the window, sulking as everything that we once did that made us happy now brought us sorrow and despair. Just as I was letting out my final sigh, preparing to sleep through the rest of the trip, I was blinded by these brilliant shades of blue, red, and green. It was so vibrant and true like a rainbow after a summer storm, The bustle of this event is what caught my attention the most but, I don’t think any of us minded. For the first time in weeks since...the accident, that we have all genuinely smiled. My father parked the car and me and….well no one anymore but, I  was running and running, looking at all the carnies and vendors as

The crest was just ahead now, dirt was at last beneath my tired sneakers. My calves were burning and the thin, carbon heavy air was thick in my lungs. Turning to reflect on the land far below from whence I’d com, I saw to my surprise that I was looking down upon a city. The tops of skyscrapers dwindled in the distance, peculiar looking in three point perspective. I ruminated on how difficult it was to draw that way, realizing that this is probably because the eye was not used to seeing things as I now saw