El Pacifico

The weekend before heading back to the frozen tundra, chris and I took a solo trip to the beach.
We stayed at a “quaint” little “boutique” hotel on Playa Tunco. Boutique and quaint translates into incense, Australian backpackers and the inability to flush toilet paper (you have to throw it away in the garbage can, I was sure I was going to flood the place. The drop is a hard habit to break). Our apartment is only 30 minutes from the beach. We went for one night. In the morning we walked the beach and ran into some friends from the Embassy, the Doc and his wife go to the beach nearly every week to surf. The playas in El Sal are famous for the surf and are therefore flush with gringos braving the crazy strong undertow and paddling for 200 yards out to the crashing waves.

We watched the surfers and don’t really have any interest in getting pummeled by the ondas. Although I like to walk the beaches, Chris has decided that he does not really enjoy it. Something to do with the questionable sewage/sanitation systems in El Sal… We enjoyed the peacefulness of the beach and watching the sun come up and go down. These two Midwest kids sure could get used to listening to the surf, even if it is the smelly Pacific.