Getting personal

I just want to have some space in my own blog to publish some things about myself that probably no one will be interested on but I want to write about them anyway. It is to be written in English for I have some friend who don’t have the foggiest idea of Spanish.

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Welcome to El Salvador beaches

 

Just walking up this morning was a serious thread for my sanity. After  a whole week of databases and missing records that I didn’t give a damn about, away from home and wanting to touch the sweet skin of the girl that rock my bones, I just wanted to lay down the whole day. However being caged in a small room with only a T.V. as a company is not exactly my idea of fun, so I just decided to go out, expose myself to the sun and give a shot to the Salvatorian beaches.

 

Given the fact that I was just 45 minutes away from the beaches it was not much of a struggle to get there, but right before hitting the road I went to do some shopping: bought myself a nice pair of sandals and some drinks and biscuits for the journey. Now I was ready to go anywhere, well, not really anywhere, just about an hour away from the hotel. Full of energy I went to the gas station, filled my tank, gave a damn about the big hole on the ozone down there in the Antarctica and just relax with the music, the wind and the sand. It was not long before I started to see the ocean, the great beast but started to blame myself about not have done some reseach before going down there. There were plenty of beaches to go and I had no idea which one was the nicest and coolest of all. I just followed the crowd and headed myself into “Las Playas” which cannot be regarded as the cleverest name for a beach but, anyway, common sense doesn’t grow on trees.

 

What I found was something similar to a broken toilet in a night bar: there was lots of water, sand was ugly and dark, rubbish was very fashionable and whites were all about showing off their very unattractive skin (I’m very white myself, so no one should see this as racist). There was also a weird smell all around the place, like kept water after a crazy night out with tequila and mojitos mixed with a lot of cheese burger. I went all about, refused to give myself up for around an hours, until I decided that if I was going to be a fool, I wanted to be a happy one, so, I hit the road again, went to the hotel, had a shower, slept a little, checked my email and here I am, just before watching My blueberry nights  and trying to forget what I can tell as the worst ugliest beaches I have ever seen. No wonder why El Salvador is not famous at all for them.

 

Of course I just went to a tiny spot, if someone knows better ones, please be my guess, tell us, I’m going to be here for some weeks more, so knowing that would be very helpful.

 

So, all in all, at El Salvador, do anything but going to the beaches…