I served on the National Security Council 1998-99 covering Latin America. This comes from my journal entry for a trip to the Central America Summit held in Guatemala.
Monday afternoon, Hotel Princess,
El Salvador. The ride in from the airport was something else. I
really had to whiz, drank a lot of water to hydrate myself. It was a
rough ride over the mountains. Looking out now, reminds me of Third
World tropical cities I’ve seen elsewhere with pleasant parts --
this is one of them -- and some interesting buildings. The ride on
the Air Force plane was neat. Got one of the older models of Air
Force One but were still treated nicely. Had great seats and it was
like super first-class. NSC takes care of its own staff and
we outranked a deputy assistant administrator of AID. Even got in a
nap after a filling lunch.
Later
same day. El Salvador is quite nice, weather is warm but dry and
very comfortable. I have been reading my classified email and cables.
Looks like my job will be to introduce good sense where it's needed
and not much more. The hotel is first rate and my room is nice. I
should have brought more money since we get no advance.
Tuesday.
It is 8:30 am here and I had a light breakfast -- several muffins
and pastries -- which will be perhaps my only free meal of day. Last
night, I smoked a Cubano with a reporter from AP before the
presidential party arrived. Had to eat in the hotel since once the
President returns, all hell breaks out. Finally got to bed around
12:30 local time. I will be checking items -- calling [Ambassador] Don Planty to
read him the riot act -- and trying to get a tour of the town for us
from the Embassy. Tomorrow, I'll be with the "party" for
event here. San Salvador looks lovely from the admittedly privileged
area in which hotel is located. Air smells nice and clean and
tropical. Reminds me of good side of going to such places.
Having
a great time. Just got back from a tour through San Salvador in an
embassy car. A big, spread out city with lots of traffic and sun.
Walked through a market and ate some "apple bananas" and
local cheese. Toured the new cathedral and saw the grave of
Archbishop Romero, who was murdered by the military bad guys in 1980.
Finished up with a nice lunch in a Peruvian restaurant (there being
no "typical Salvadoran" places that anyone could recommend)
complete with cool beer. (Until last night at midnight, it was
illegal to drink alcohol here because of the presidential election on
Sunday.) Now to work again.
Wednesday
morning. Today will be a busy day and I will leave shortly as part
of my first presidential motorcade. My chief concern at this point
is that I don’t get left behind or go into the wrong vehicle, that
I simply find a vehicle, because none of this stuff is clear to me.
Looking
out the window of my hotel room on the 8th floor. San
Salvador is a large town. It’s not like it is all Manhattan or
Chicago or even Washington, but it is a crowded town. Here in the
rich section where the hotels are, there are houses with walls and a
few with pools. Naturally enough, the higher up the hills you are,
the richer you are. Downtown -- where we went yesterday -- is a good
bit of a ride through some very heavy traffic passing through mostly
narrow streets. Going downtown means going down the hills. San
Salvador -- nestled among the hills and mountains and with all the
sights and smells -- is really quite attractive. The most striking
building in the city is a mirrored high-rise of some 20-25 stories
that reflects the hillsides around it and seems almost invisible. At
night, they highlight the various shapes of the building with lights
and the building assumes an entirely different aspect. Also looking
down at the street in front of the hotel. It is closed off with
hundreds of cops and cars positioned for the motorcade. In a little
while there will be little crowds of people waiting to catch a
glimpse of the President. Meanwhile, about two blocks away, just
behind one of the neighborhood’s main streets, I can see the tops
of what looks like one of the small shantytown I have seen here and
there in the city. The city is green with all sorts of different
buildings. There are Pizza Huts, Coca-Cola and Yoplait signs; it’s
as if -- and this must be true -- a bunch of Salvadorans liked what
they got used to in the United States and thought “gee, we can take
this home.” It is an interesting exchange of cultural icons and
items that we in the U.S. usually see only one side of.
Wednesday
afternoon, Guatemala. Arrived and are now going through what I’ve
just described to someone on the staff bus as the “route one” of
Guatemala. Passing McDonalds, Burger Kings, Dominos Pizza, 3M, Abbot
Labs, Texaco, Nestle and Bayer Aspirin factories. Cleaner that San
Salvador, lots of activity and businesses. Lots of cars but wider
roads than San Salvador. Traffic moving around us even though we
have a police escort. The Jacaranda are blooming. Going through the
cuts in the mountains toward Antigua, you can see the same compressed
volcanic ash rock that we saw in Salvador. Lots of volcanic history
here. In some places you can see the layering of ash from repeated
eruptions. Approaching Antigua, the countryside is beautiful.
Passing through a valley between green mountains with flowers
blooming and little houses, something like Cayo in western Belize
but more.
Sitting
in my room at the Casa Santo Domingo, around midnight. Got done with
work about 10pm and got to dinner just before the hotel restaurant
closed. Dined until just after 11 with some NSC colleagues. This is
probably the most amazing hotel I have ever seen. Built on the ruins
of a convent and/or monastery. The ruins are actual ruins with only
a bit of reconstruction. The hotel blends almost seamlessly with
them. It is spread out with areas in the back where I went walking
tonight. It was lit just right, enough so you could see where you
were but not so much that you could not have a sense of the
mysterious walking through the ruins coming on things like a
partially reconstructed altar (see daytime Summit picture below).
Antigua was destroyed in an earthquake or eruption when it was the
old capital of Guatemala (thus its formal name, Antigua Guatemala).
The place is just marvelously done. (The price list on the back of
the door says $200 a night but because tourism is slack, the running
price is apparently just $130.) My room has a high wooden ceiling,
stucco walls and a fireplace with wood I am tempted to light because
of the mountain chill. Tomorrow I’ll be doing some note taking at
the Summit. We were working late tonight redoing some memos for the
President. But walking through the ruins tonight, the stars were
bright, Orion was up.
Thursday
morning. Took a walk through the town. Simply amazing. It is a
working town with regular people that just happens to be built on
ruins. It has not yet been made over into a “theme park.” This
makes it very attractive. Indeed the main attraction is a beautiful
little town built on ruins. It is surrounded by hills that look to
me to be the remaining walls of a huge collapsed volcano, which means
Antigua sits inside an ancient caldera. And then there is a majestic
volcano -- Volcan de Aqua -- with a ring of clouds around it.
Antigua is green and blooming, a beautiful little town. Walked down
cobblestone streets that were literally cobbled with stones only
roughly smooth from the years of traffic. Passed quite a few schools with students practicing their Spanish over coffee with their
instructors. That’s the way to do it.
Later
in the afternoon. Standing in a courtyard of the hotel. We were
supposed to have left earlier for the airport but there were
demonstrations that the Secret Service thought might impede traffic.
So we are waiting to join the presidential motorcade. Just had one
of the more bizarre experiences of my life. I was the note-taker at
the Leaders’ Lunch at another set of ruins. I sat right behind the
President, although with the wind and the music I had to strain to
hear. Having a note-taker at lunch seemed to me a bad idea and I
tried not to be conspicuous. So I sat right behind him, watching him
make small talk, watching him chew and spew his food, and watching
the back of his neck all against the backdrop of beautiful ruins
and cloud-shrouded volcano in the distance as a marimba band played
and other people ate lunch. It was a real moment. They were taking
photos and I hope I can get one. As the dessert course was coming
out, the President had somehow gotten a signal that he was supposed
to leave. He gets up, turns around and looks at me and asks, “Am I
supposed to leave.” I nodded my head so he gets ready to go. I
was just guessing. But he turns to me again as if waiting for me to
lead him out. But he must have been able to tell that I had no idea
what to do -- leading the President around is not my usual job -- so
he decided to thank the band (see photo of band below). As he did
that, I made use of the opportunity to just run for the exit.
Afterword.
Got home after midnight on the 12th very tired. (Had a good martini
on the plane. The Air Force has many talents.) The trip was an
intense and very busy time and I -- somewhat to my surprise --
enjoyed it.
