Second Week

Sept.27 - Oct.2

First week with the sewing students at Escuela Taller has been equal parts un-nerving, bemusing, exhausting and gratifying.

Monday began with a lesson in 'spandex time' as it's known here: although we were told several times that all arrangements had been made for the driver from Escuela to come and pick us up, along with all our gear, at Es Artes sharp at eight when the students begin their day, and we had to scramble to get there, because El Tejado doesn't begin its leisurely breakfast service until 7:30, it took several conversations and a couple of phone calls to determine that the driver hadn't come because he didn't know which hotel to go to. And it was raining - did we still want to be picked up? Yes, we were all at Es Artes and supposed to be at Escuela, please come. At 8:40 the driver arrived, and as it was no longer raining so hard, but the bed of the truck was quite wet, it was decided that all the bags of fabric and supplies should go on the back seat inside, I would get the front seat with the driver, and John, Tito, and Coky would ride al fresco in the back. (Chivalry is not dead...)

Arriving at Escuela we found all the sewing machines, tables and chairs being moved to the new larger room we'd been assigned, which has lovely high ceilings, a raised stage at one end, and windows lining both sides for as much light and air as possible. As only about half of the fluorescent light fixtures were working, however, with the season's perpetual overcast, it was still too dark to see well, so when Hector came by to ask if we needed anything, I repeated my plea for mas luz (more light), and he promised us electricians the next day! Coky reminded him that he had agreed to have the holes in the unfinished rooms behind the stage plugged to keep the bats out, and that was done almost immediately. It turned out that our students were still otherwise occupied, so we gathered the chairs into a circle for our meet-and-greet presentation while Tito began servicing the machines.

About 9:30, the students and their teacher, Abigail (pronounced Ah-be-hi-el), arrived and, true to our SKWID training, we began by inviting everyone to introduce themselves (with Coky translating) and tell us what they liked to sew. Then John and I talked a bit about what we did in the theatre, and John told them how he finds his images and ideas for what the characters in the play will wear and how they will look. Then he told them a bit about the story of the play and who the characters were and passed the sketches around - the girls promptly began to identify themselves and each other with the personalities portayed in the sketches ("that's you - no, that's you - this is me - that's her ...etc."), the same as teenagers all over. After that, I explained how we would begin to make all these different clothes and what we needed to do first; that they should not be afraid to ask any questions about anything, and not to worry about mistakes - we all make mistakes all the time - I just need to know about it when it happens so we can fix it.

This seemed to reassure them a bit and we divided them up into pairs to do several different tasks to prepare different stages of the work: sampling the fabrics to the sketches, tracing markings, zigzaging edges, making labels, cutting trims and fabric for ruffles - all of which allowed me to get a few more pieces cut out. Then the sewing began and I introduced the apparently hitherto unexplored concepts of matching the edges, sewing on the lines, sewing straight lines (una linea recta) and pressing as you go (planche,... planche primera!). There was some initial surprise and reluctance when I asked them to do things over more carefully, but most of them quickly responded to the praise and encouragement when they did better the second time. Different levels of skill and confidence soon became apparent, so I tried to organize the work to allow each one to do what she was most comfortable with, but still keep busy - hand sewing, using the zigzag (electric) machines, using the straight stitch (treadle) machines, measuring and pressing. And at the end of the day, I asked them how they felt about what they had done - they thought it was hard work but that they had learned something new and interesting! (Even Abigail was impressed because she'd never seen a tracing wheel before or done machine-baste gathering , and when I asked her if it would be alright to have them baste the seams by hand first (hilvana) instead of just pinning to keep them straight, she agreed that that was how she had taught them to do it.)

Although I'm sure they were terrified of me the first day, by the second day they were warming up and getting a bit bolder about trying new things and showing each other; by mid-week the first fustanes were (mostly) ready for their fittings, and when I told them the next day how well the fittings had gone and how pleased the ladies had been, there were beams all around! By Friday, they had eight petticoats assembled and their ruffles (revuelos) in various stages of attachment, three more of a different style begun and half a dozen panuelos (something between a dishcloth and a hankerchief) fringed, and they were laughing and joking with me, asking for music and sugary treats to get them through the afternoon. Abigail pointed out that she and I were wearing almost identical clothes that day (blue striped shirts and jeans), and declared that we were hermanas (sisters), and two of the girls asked me (in English!) if I wanted ice cream when they all ran out as the ice cream truck came by. They even opted out of a scheduled session they were supposed to have with their guidance counsellor which would have taken them out of the class for two hours in the morning. (I was amazed and felt somewhat honoured at this choice until Coky brought me down to earth by telling me this was a lecture on family violence they had several times a year, and they didn't get any snacks with it, so they weren't that keen to go anyway, but still... they did choose to stay and keep sewing!)

Coky, as translator, is learning all the construction steps and techniques along with the girls, and we kid him that he could go into business as a shop foreman, as he picks up on the order and repetition and tells them when the line isn't straight, they'll have to do it over. At first, they would go to him to ask him to ask me to check it, but by Friday they were coming to me or calling me over directly, and we were communicating by a combination of key words, demonstrations and gestures and calling on him only when more complex clarification was needed.

One of the oddest things I'm finding about trying to learn Spanish is how my mind keeps defaulting to French for some reason. I didn't even realize I knew that much French (and I'm sure I couldn't speak it with any degree of coherence), but every time I try to put a sentence together with all my new nouns and uncertain verbs, the articles and prepositions more often than not come out a la francais - very confusing for all concerned!

The second difficulty in trying to acquire an ear for the language is the local tendency to slur or swallow a lot of consonants - 'z' becomes 's', 's' becomes 'h', and 'b' and 'v' are totally interchangeable. Coky, in turn, tells us of the Latino struggle with 'th', 'sh' and 'ch', combinations like 'rl' as in 'girl' or 'world', and 'n' endings like 'mountain'. His English is quite impressive and he works hard at it. He's between semesters at university here, studying for another year at home, before returning to the States for another year on full scholarship. He seems to know everybody in town and has several sidelines going - occasional tour guide, computer servicing and sales, and cell-phone marketing, as well as the translation gig for Es Artes.

I'm not sure how his time will be split once Frank and Eric arrive on Monday to supervise set and prop building - he's been 'all mine' this week since Mabel bailed out on us on Tuesday with no warning for reasons that aren't entirely clear, but seem to be time/commitment related. She was bilingual as well, and was supposed to be working with John as a buyer and design assistant, and with me to learn the building process and carry on as Wardrobe Mistress for the run of the production, but now Tatiana is scrambling to find someone else for that position, in addition to all her other pressures and concerns.

All in all, though, great strides have been made, first fittings have happened, we've found a laundry service and a dyer, Tito has installed not only mas luz but also ceiling fans in our new Wardrobe corner, and tomorrow I have the day to myself to prepare for my first group of ladies from the Casa de la Cultura (I got it wrong before - the Casa des Mujeres is another group) on Monday.

Plus -
This was the first day with no rain, so things actually began to dry out.

We heard that the Stratford/Suchitoto fundraiser back home last night was a big success!

And, there was a handsome young man with a very good voice and an impressive collection of classic big band/pop arrangements (a la iPod plugged into the sound system) trying out his repertoire at dinner tonight - possibly for a wedding or party coming up? Anyway, 'a nice note' to end on. :-)

Belated First Pictures

Home in Suchitoto
John enjoying my new netbook

'My' table

beginnings of the Wardrobe corner

the pool at El Tejado

Waterfall at the pool

Waterfall at the Wardrobe

And the rain it raineth ev'ry day...

Sunday in the rain at Es Artes (our edge of the Honduran hurricane)

Day 6 and 7 Saturday, Sept. 25 and Sunday, Sept. 26


Most of Saturday was taken up with trying to create digital versions of various wardrobe organizational documents and a bilingual measurement sheet, and in measuring all the ES Artes students available (several were missing due to college entrance exams) because I will be supervising costumes for one of the school productions as well, once Bernarda is up and running.

Between assorted dictionaries and a nice little translation "gadget" on my new computer, I'm getting pretty good at recognizing (and hopefully recalling) all the various measurements of the body in Spanish and in metric. It's an interesting paradox that fabric is still sold by the yard here (likely because most imports come from the US, and the currency is the US dollar), but everyone I've talked to so far measures, drafts and sews in metric; while in Canada, fabric is sold by the metre, but many of us (a generational thing in part, I guess) still measure, draft and sew in imperial. Although I've always been aware of both methods, being forced to use the metric more is another good stretch out of my comfort zone...

The greatest frustration of the day came in trying to work my way through the supposedly simple Office and Word programs that are supposed to allow one to set up tables and charts and boxes and insert things from other files - in the words of Charlie Brown, "Aauuugh!" I'm giving it one more day, then it's back to the pencil and the ruler! (Both John and I enjoy the luxury of email at breakfast, though.)

After much discussion about where and how we would set up the wardrobe workspace at Es Artes (the room Sean and Mel had is now being used as a conference and classroom), Tito and Mario cleaned off and repositioned the carpentry/props table that Frank et al had built, covered the ends with layers of sheets and two shy and silent local ladies turned up to press the 70 yards of fabric that Tatiana and Mabel had taken home with them to San Salvador to wash on Friday night (no laundromat in Suchi).

The space is good, as space here goes, as it's outside but under the roof in the corner of the courtyard right next to the room where they are currently storing the donated costumes from the Stratford shipment. Tito was concerned about the rain blowing in under the roof overhang, but I tried it out all day Sunday under nearly continual heavy downpours and, despite one small intermittent leak late in the day, it was fairly successful. We've discussed moving the machines out of their dark little storage room into this corner space as well, but dampness of the floor is a concern. I observed that the side of the courtyard leading into that corner stayed much drier, so that might be an option. My biggest issue is the lack of light - when you lose the sun here, the light bulbs generally do not cut it, and they tend to be few and far between, but Tito is on it...

Managed to chart all the damas measurements and create the patterns for their (9) fustanes this afternoon; got one and a half cut out and sorted out the possible workload for the Escuela tomorrow, so on to Week 2...
　
　
　

Many Hands

Day 5 Friday, Sept. 24

Well, I guess the gecko was lucky - today we had meetings with both the Women's Group and the directors and sewing class at the school, and it looks like we will have many willing hands to get the costumes built.

A few days ago, it seemed that the Escuela directors were uneasy about the time needed for the project interrupting the progress of their curriculum, but once the Casa des Mujeres came on board and we assured them (the school) that we could adapt and be flexible with their schedule, and that they weren't going to be responsible for doing everything by themselves, they became much more interested - to the point that, when I offered to split the class with the teacher so that half could continue their regular program for half a day and then switch in the afternoon, she was concerned that she would be missing out on the process and the project, so they decided that all 10 girls and the teacher would work with me together whenever we needed them!

The Casa des Mujeres ladies proved to be very keen, again when I made it clear that I wasn't expecting a lot of their time because they all have other jobs and responsibilities, but that I would be happy to share and trade skills and knowledge with them in whatever time they were willing to give, they quickly organized themselves into three different teams that could give me part or all of three different days, and even offered to bring in some extra sewing machines!

So as it stands now, I will work with the school all next week with the goal of creating all the petticoats for first fittings by mid-week and finishing them to be used as rehearsal costumes by the end of the week. Then for the following weeks, I'll spend 3 days at the school and 3 days with the ladies at Es Artes, and divide up the rest of the work for skill levels and continuity. Now, I have to create a whole lot of patterns and pieces of cloth to be ready for Monday, in addition to a number of wardrobe management document templates for translation - no rest this weekend... but a great feeling that so many people are so keen to be involved.

And we ended the day with the long-awaited pupusas (fried stuffed tortillas) at El Gringo - also a great success.

First Week for John and Kim

　
Suchitoto Journal Tuesday, Sept. 21/10

5:50 am first official day in El Salvador.

Up with the roosters since about 4:30, thought I'd try to get down some thoughts and first impressions from yesterday's arrival.

The direct flight from Toronto was on time and uneventful (always a good thing) - no problems with luggage, even though mine was slightly over the CUSO-VSO recommended weight limit. Although my work/travel kit is relatively small, scissors and sewing supplies are heavy (!), plus the extra boxes of pins, needles and basic notions I brought along to add to the EsArtes wardrobe supply. Searched the signs in the crowd of arrivals-meeters without seeing our appointed contact (John had been given a name of a driver who was supposed to meet us - Roberto Hernandez), so after standing around awhile to stretch our legs, and checking the thinning crowd inside and out a few more times, we made up a sign of our own "? ES ARTES SUCHITOTO?", but still got no response. A bit more waiting outside with a friend of one of our SKWID colleagues, who we'd met in Ottawa, until her ride arrived, and, just when we'd decided to give it 15 more minutes and call one of our 'in case this happens' contacts, a van with three smiling young men and a sign for Es Artes pulled up and very quickly got us loaded in and off on the road to Suchitoto.

The driver turned out to be Roberto's son, Alberto ('Berto, for short); the one with the sign was "Coky", real name Jorge, our appointed translator - a very fluent and personable young man from Suchi who has just returned from a year at the University of Minnesota (!), where he is on scholarship training to teach English as a second language; and the third was a young boy (another Roberto) who came along for the ride and reported our position and progress back to Es Artes by cell phone. The drive was about 1.5 hrs over very good roads for the most part, until after Soyapango (the next large urban centre with heavy traffic), when it began to deteriorate a bit with fairly large potholes and at least one major subsidence where several metres of earth next to the road fell away in a recent landslide. Coky told us that many of the landslides are due to a combination of unusually heavy rains and the local practice of collecting the clay from the hillsides to make bricks and tiles - one of the long-standing family industries in the area. Over time entire hills disappear into the brick kilns!

After Soyapango came San Martin - an incredibly busy little place of narrow streets lined with vendors on all sides selling just about anything, and little red 3-wheeled 'taxis' dashing about, canopied but open on the sides, about the size of golf carts, just big enough for a driver and two passengers. Around several more curves and further into the hills, suddenly we could see the beautiful white church of Suchitoto in the distance, the road changed to paving blocks, then cobblestones with high curbs and raised sidewalks along the buidings, and very quickly we were there!

A quick stop at Es Artes to meet Tito, the technical director; Evelyn, the office manager and her assistant, Erika, one of the Es Artes students; Mario, one of the teachers, a choreographer and props builder; Ariosto, the music and sound director for the production; and Mabel (pronounced Mah-bel'), a local dyer and fabric artist who will work most closely with John and me creating and managing the wardrobe. Then to our new home about fifty yards down the street, El Tejado - (paradise with a pool and a view!) with instructions to settle in, have dinner and an early night (not too difficult after a long day of travelling and a 6 pm sunset) and meet tomorrow morning at nine.

First impressions:

The heat, of course - not unexpected and not all that bad, considering, but coming off the plane, walking a fair distance through the terminal to baggage and customs in jeans and a jacket, carrying heavy bags - as soon as I stopped and stood still for any length of time, the sweat began to pour off me like Niagara Falls! However, in appropriate clothes and after a bit of acclimatization, not unbearable in the least. I think 'winter' in El Salvador is likely the perfect time for a pale northerner like me, with the daily intermittent rain and general overcast and highs in the 26-29 C range - much less danger of sun-related grief.

The wonderfully distinctive 'green-and-damp' smell of the tropics.

The 'free range' livestock along the highway, always with their tenders close by, but often on the opposite side of the road - goats, cattle, an occasional horse (and the ever-present dogs).

The most common family transport for women and children of all ages: standing in the back of open pick-up trucks with high railings.

Women walking along the roadside with huge baskets, plastic tubs or wide wicker trays balanced on their heads - no hands!

Day 2 proper Tuesday, Sept. 21 (continued)

After making a start on this journal, but still having dificulties connecting to the net at El Tejado (I'll ask Coky to help me later), met John for breakfast at 7:30 at the dining area by the pool - I'm doing reasonably well reading menus in Spanish, but had to count on John's better ear and faster pick-up when the waitress asked us what time she could clean the rooms. Slight haze in the distance, but brighter and sunnier this morning - beautiful!

Up the block to Es Artes for our 9 am meeting which was a mutual introduction of us to the rest of the Es Artes staff and other community liaisons including representatives from the local police responsible for tourist security; Marta, the head nurse of the hospital; 'Roberto' (the hearty American host/owner of El Gringo, who seems to be connected to a lot of international and community educational initiatives); Hector, the director of Escuela Taller; and the indefatigable Tatiana who is the driving force behind all this. All these presentations and sharing of histories took up most of the morning, then most of the group accompanied us to Villa Balanza for lunch (where we met Sean's gold-toothed waitress - see earlier posts).

After lunch, we headed over to Escuela Taller to meet all the students and teachers in the five disciplines there: carpentry, metalwork, masonry, electrical, and sewing, many of whom will be working with us on the production. Hector asked us if there was anything we might need that they don't have in their set-up, and we discuss the possibility of having a cutting table and mannequins built at some point. The most common themes here seem to be endless potential vs. limited physical and monetary resources, but everything is approached with good will and optimism so far.

Then back to Es Artes to touch base with Tito and Tatiana to discuss time frames and schedules, check to see if we were on the same page with desires and expectations, and see how soon we could meet the actresses currently rehearsing in San Salvador, how soon we'd have access to the student members of the cast and when and where we'd start shopping for supplies. All this gone into at length and with the need to start ASAP because of the many demands on Tatiana's time as both director of the play and general ambassador of the project to other political, educational and arts groups, we then headed back to El Tejado so I could finally read the script (I had only had a general synopsis till now) and John could actually design the costumes!

Coky came back with us to sort out my connection problem, and I kept John company while he turned out eight gorgeous preliminary (!) renderings and a couple of working drawings of all the principal characters and a generic servant over dinner, while I shared the pattern references I brought, compared notes on the script, and worked a bit more on these notes - (all outside in the breeze by the pool, under a midnight-black sky at seven in the evening, accompanied by a chorus of cicadas and the odd chirp from the geckos on the ceiling of the 'dining room' - idyllic or what?!). Tomorrow morning we meet to discuss further logistics of the Escuela Taller liaison, and check out some local fabric possibilities with Mabel and Coky, then at 4 pm we'll be driven to San Salvador to attend the evening rehearsal at the National Arts School. We'll be staying overnight at a hotel there and shopping for (hopefully) all our fabrics on Thursday.

Day 3 Wednesday, Sept.22

Went into the Escuela's curriculum in greater detail to see how we can best support the needs of both programs - unclear at this point exactly how much time we will be able to have with them, so I asked about the possibility of approaching any of the ladies at the Women's Collective (La Casa del Mujeres) or any other suggestions of sewers we could use as a back-up, as period costumes in several layers for eighteen women are going to take a bit of time (!) and considerable 'person-power'. More practicalities of space and supplies gone into, off to one of the local art galleries to check fabric and crafts available. Found a wonderful book with images of historical Suchitoto, which confirmed John's vision with very few changes.

Continuing the rounds, we visited the market stalls and bought a local apron to use as a model for the ones we'll need - a large number of the women here wear a very distinctive short, wide apron with frills and ruffles and multiple pockets that serves as an all-purpose purse (there's an extra zippered pocket within the central pouch pocket for keeping your money), tool belt and carry-all. With one of these and a bushel basket of all your wares and provisions on your head, you can literally set up shop anywhere! We're trying to track down a more historically correct version for the servants to wear (pre- zippers and polyester).

Then, after stopping in at Casa del Mujeres to check out the beautiful indigo pieces, see (and smell) the dyeing process firsthand, and note the number of treadle sewing machines being put to very effective use turning out clothing and craft items for sale (Singers are still very popular here - at the Escuela, as well), as we'd exhausted the local offerings for raw materials, we went for lunch at Lupita's in the square (one of our many recommendations for eateries).
I'd hoped to try the pupusas the area is famous for, but we were informed that they were only on the breakfast menu, so we settled for some very nice grilled sandwiches and Fresca, which still comes in glass bottles here. Another interesting note, which Roberto from El Gringo pointed out to us yesterday: although you are always given a paper-wrapped straw with any drink you order anywhere in town, they are all too short for the pop bottles (except at El Gringo, apparently, but we haven't checked that out yet).

We actually ran into Roberto at Lupita's, where he joined us for lunch and a chat just as we were finishing. One of our topics of discussion was the balancing-large-heavy-loads-on-the-head skill that I'd noticed, and he added the observation that the generation raised on this mode of transport all have perfect posture and no back problems - the men, as Ted noted in his Speaking of Suchitoto blog, routinely carry incredibly heavy weights on their upper backs and shoulders with the same ease and nonchalance!

John and I, not being made of such stern and sterling stuff, and definitely feeling the heat of the midday sun (no rain till late afternoon today), repaired to our rooms for siestas until 4 when we headed back to Es Artes to meet our driver for the trip to San Salvador.

Arrived at the National Arts School rehearsal rooms just before 6 to attend the evening rehearsal, meet the professional actresses that are the main characters in this production, take pictures, check measurements and present the designs - very well received! The woman playing the title role told us that this was her third production of Bernarda Alba - in the first production, she had played the youngest daughter; later, the middle daughter and now, the mother - all she needs now is the role of the grandmother to complete the cycle! Interestingly, the grandmother in this production is being played by a very young girl. And our Bernarda is very petite in relation to the tall, willowy eldest daughter (all the daughters, in fact), which has no bearing on her powerful personal presence, but she expressed a desire for high heels, which we will do our best to work in.

After the rehearsal, Tatiana (who is a co-director of the play, in addition to all her other functions) took us out for dinner and off to a small, friendly hotel connected to the Suchi 'family', with a plan to meet there in the morning for a conference call with Doug and Robbin in Stratford.

Day 4 Thursday, Sept.23

Conference call accomplished with a few technical glitches and lost connections, but successful in the end in our first look at the proposed set design, model and blueprints - also well received. John also discussed details of some possible donations/loans of period shoes and wigs from Stratford's stock (a huge help if it happens), and made arrangements to send three of his costume renderings, signed by both him and the actresses, back to Stratford along with some Salvadoran artworks, for auction at the October 1 fundraiser for the Suchitoto project (Anyone in the Stratford area following this blog, please be sure to attend!)

From there, joined by Coky, Mabel and driver Roberto, we headed off to the first of our shopping venues, arriving just as the skies opened for the first major downpour of the day. We did very well there with both prices and selection, picking up about 60% of what we needed in about three hours, in addition to a few new useful (to me) Spanish terms: intra tela (interfacing) and buena caida (nice drape - the fabric hangs/moves well). Yesterday's new words were ropa interior (underwear), falda (skirt), blusa (blouse), and fustane (petticoat or underskirt), along with the phrase estamos sentado en la sombre (we are sitting in the shade) - good to establish when the sun does come out.

Lunch at the food court of the Galleria Mall (which could be almost anywhere in North America for its familiar chain store offerings) and three more stops netted us a further 35% of our list, along with some fabric-related props and the possible start of the hoped-for mannequins - all-in-all a very successful albeit exhausting day. Oddly enough, although selection and service go fairly quickly, and all the sales staff are attentive and friendly and readily offer discounts for bulk buying, the actual payment process seems to take an extraordinary amount of time as each piece is itemized and recorded in meticulous detail - it wasn't clear if this was just for Es Artes accounting, or whether this is common practise, but a lot of tiring standing around happens in the transaction.

Anyway, shortly before 5 we were on the road and back in Suchi by 6:30. Coky and Roberto very kindly dropped us at 'home' before unloading our purchases, and as I put my key in the lock, a gecko dropped onto my chest! It looked as startled by this as I was and promptly disappeared, I wasn't sure where - I thought I might have a friend for the night - but it was nowhere 'about my person' once I got in the door. I choose to look on it as a good omen ("no flies on me" to paraphrase my great-grandmother), and hope it bodes well for tomorrow.

Since I've finally brought these entries up to date, if the net is with me, I hope to post them tonight - sorry for the wait - I'll try to be quicker and more concise with the next ones. And I'll be adding pictures on Sunday. Hasta luego!

The Next Wave to Suchitoto

Hi from Kim, and thanks to Mel for inviting me to continue posting to this blog as we begin the second production in the Suchitoto project.

Counting down to Monday's flight (one and a half more days of to-do lists, packing, re-packing, and wondering what I'm forgetting) -and the 6 am ride to the airport for John P and me - off to see what we can do for ES Artes production of The House of Bernarda Alba (La Casa de Bernarda Alba). Check out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_House_of_Bernarda_Alba for details on the plot, author, and history of the play.

John is designing the costumes to be set in El Salvador of 1910, and I'll be 'making that happen' in whatever way Tatiana and the Es Artes team decide they want - so many unknowns...! Trying to anticipate with limited info is unsettling, so I'm trying to stay in the moment and wait till I'm on the ground... with that in mind, I'll sign off for now and pick up again when I'm actually in Suchitoto.

Suchitoto Fundraising Cabaret

Hey Everyone!

I will fill you in shortly on all the exciting things that have been happening lately.

For now I just wanted to make sure that everyone knows about the Fundraising Cabaret that will be held at the Studio Theatre of the Stratford Shakespeare Festival on Friday, October 1st.

There will be El Salvador music and food (yay! pupusas!). Bruce Dow is set to host and members of the Festival's company will be performing as well. Tickets are $25 and can be purchased at the Avon Theatre Store or by calling (519) 271-0055 ext. 5501

Check out the awesome poster below....