Well, I took a lot of photos, as practice for my Farewell Tour '12 of Central America. I have about 51 days left until I shuttle out of Playa Tunco to Antigua, Guatemala, then to Honduras, and finally Nicaragua. We're going to end where we started by swinging back to San Salvador for a 2 am flight Pal Norte. Being a tourist, a mochilera, will be strange... but at least I know I'll never feel like a tourist in the Savior.
Anyways....This little Christmas Break to La Barra has chalked up to be just the right way to say goodbye to the Gallardos. The best holidays are the ones where you can celebrate and enjoy, instead of rush around, stress out, and go broke. We "remember the reason for the season." For them, it's vaguely about Christ, and for me, it isn't at all. So we ate, drank, and were merry all together.
Tomorrow morning I'm hitching a ride out of the painful heat of La Barra and taking the long ride back up to my "helado" La Palma. Less one guitar, one box of christmas cookies, and a full, kind of uncomfortable fullness in both my tummy and my heat. Aweee.... Touching.
Dinner, Indio
No longer alive..
Those bad ass old fashioned metal sparklers.
Nina Carmen and Don Jorge
Sand Pyramid...kinda
"He's floating like Kris Angel" they said.
La Barra at it's worst. Apparently two vacationers were pulled out by the riptide and two lifeguard types went to save them. They were probably swept out too, if we're being honest.
Tide's in.
Widowmaker.
Un, Do, tre, BRINCA!
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