Well, we´ve landed in a quaint little spot on the Salvadorean coast by the name of El Tunco. After months on the water we´ve managed to quickly lay some roots on a piece of shoreline chocked full of good waves, with the majority of those waves being right points there arent many complaints from these two regular foots!
On boarding the bus from Tapachula, Mexico to San Salvador, El Salvador we began chatting with a friendly Salvadoreano by the name of Nelson Mojica. Between our aspiring spanish and his blooming english we exchanged info on our families and lives. Early on in conversation we had yet another reminder of how small the world is when he told us how he lived in Aliso Viejo which is a mere 20 minutes from Dana Point, our home port!
By the third day in El Salvador, Nelson had treated us to our first pupusas (their national food), drove us to the coast, and helped us find a room with a view that suited us perfectly. The wealth of local information (especially in the area of local eateries!) and friendship he has shown us is priceless. Along the way these "angels" have popped up unexpectedly and helped with only our friendship as paymant in return. Our hope is that the universe is confirming to us the old adage "what you give is what you get" and that we will continue to get and be aware of oppurtunities to make some deposits in the universal bank.
On boarding the bus from Tapachula, Mexico to San Salvador, El Salvador we began chatting with a friendly Salvadoreano by the name of Nelson Mojica. Between our aspiring spanish and his blooming english we exchanged info on our families and lives. Early on in conversation we had yet another reminder of how small the world is when he told us how he lived in Aliso Viejo which is a mere 20 minutes from Dana Point, our home port!
