El Salvador has beaches famous for surfing, and much of the country is relatively undeveloped. I hadn’t gotten more than ankle-deep in the Pacific before, so I was looking forward to the beach. A friend of the family invited us to his beach house so the clan piled into the bus and off we went.
Oh yeah. That’ll do.
Two pools, countless hammocks, a staff working on lunch (including fresh ceviche), and rum-filled coconuts. I think I’ll be here for a while.
After lounging most of the morning, I took a break for lunch. Papusas, yuca, rice with crispy pork bits – life is hard.
A dip in the pool, another drink, maybe a late lunch of fresh fish…
The waves were pounding when we arrived but eventually the tide settled down and just about everyone took a short dip in the sea. Even with the tide out, the waves and current were kicking up the volcanic sand and rolling driftwood around, making swimming a less than peaceful experience. I got in up to my waist, only to be dragged under by the first wave to come along.
That’s more like it.
Sure, I could’ve played soccer with the guys, or put those boogie boards to their intended use, but that’s not my idea of vacation.
The sun began to sink so we decided to take a walk. There was a somewhat scummy little village of huts just up the beach and a fair amount of trash everywhere. However, it was all but forgotten once the sun set.
Of course, pictures don’t do it justic, but you’ll have to make due. That, or go to El Salvador yourself!
Next episode – a long bus ride to Santa Ana and an amazing lunch.