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Surfing in El Salvador
sin mar con mar Flying in, you see nothing but green, velvety hills of emerald. I imagined they would feel like moss if I touched them. But naturally I couldn’t, because my arms aren’t long enough. a...
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El Salvador, part 2
La Guitarra, our hostel of choice, claims they don’t have our rezzie for the beach front room (typical) and offers us a windowless cell for $25/night. Um, no. So we figure we’ll stay in a cheaper place...
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El Salvador, part 3
Begrudgingly, I let Marie drag me from Casa Makoi to embark on a new adventure involving balconies that overlook the sea. With a heavy heart, I bid adieu to Pedro and promised him that we would be back...
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El Salvador, parte CUATRO
The moment we put our bags down in La Guitarra, I grabbed the hand rails on the balcony and stare in silence. The sun was setting directly into the water and the tide was going out. I completely forgot...
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