[QUOTE=Lorenzo]There's not much else to do in San Salvador but monger (although those who live there may differ), but you can find nice inexpensive meals, and there are a few US-style shopping malls around with theater multiplexes, so you can fill up your time.[/QUOTE]Well, maybe that sheds some light on the matter.
If you think that "something to do" in a Latin country is to go to a US-style small and see a movie, no wonder so many places strike you as being "shitholes."
As for me, absolutely the last thing I want to do when traveling is the exact same thing that I can do at home on any given Sunday. I don't want to travel thousands of miles to go to a Borders or McDonald's.[QUOTE=Prolijo]Seeing the more worthwhile sights of El Salvador will require you to get out of the city (even if just for the day) and that will eat into your mongering.[/QUOTE]Prolijo makes it clear that he loves to get out of the city and see the country side. From his other posts it is clear that he is very much a back-packer/outdoorsy kind of guy. That's cool. I like a little bit of that sort of thing too.
But I guess I take the path less followed. Because whenever two or more are gathered together, I've got plenty to do to keep me happy.
I travel to meet the people. I love to stroll into a shop, any kind of shop, and make conversation with the owners and employees. I want to fnd out about their lives, their interests, and their views on politics, the United States, and the world in general.
I will stop in a market looking for an obscure item so that I can see how many local shoppers come to my aid to interpret my pissant Spanish and give advice to help out this poor gringo. A hell of a lot more than would do the same in the States, that's for sure.
I will wander into a dive in a barrio where no gringo is reputed to have ever come out alive. Just to order a beer and start singing along to the jukebox in words I don't even fully understand.
The people get a kick out of seeing a gringo who appreciates their music and their culture.
Many laugh at me, but some laugh with me, and I seem to make friends easily in these kinds of places. Not to mention, so far I have walked out of every single one of them alive.
I can often find someone in a park or a cafe or even just on the street and easily kill an hour or two just getting into their head.
The whole time like to pretend that I am an ambassador-at-large in the service of my country, out to win the hearts and minds of the people of the world.
One of my favorite memories came when I stopped in a hole-in-the-wall cafe on the way to 747 and ChaChaCha in San Jose. It was definitely the kind of neighborhood and establishment that would register as a total "shithole" in Lorenzo's book.
But I found a sweet woman treating her family to lunch since it was the youngest ones birthday. I visited with Mom and her five children for over an hour. I got to know all their names and ages, what grade they were in school, their favorite games, and the name of ther pet dog.
When I saw they didn't have a birthday cake, I asked the waitress to bring a piece of cake for everyone and we sang happy birthday to the little boy. Then I sang it to him in English.
I enjoyed myself thoroughly. And I hope that for as long as they live these children will carry the memory that Americans can be pretty nice people.
Admittedly, it is not the same experience as going to a US-style mall to kill time at a movie, let alone hanging out with the all "beautiful people" down in Rio.
But I find it all rather romantic.
This is how I like to have fun whenever I venture into a Latin "shithole."
DB
