El Salvador // El Tunco

El Salvador // El Tunco

I yearned for the heat, for the Central American people, the colours; bright greens, blues, pinks, not just the brightly painted buildings but the sunsets and sunrises too. I craved the abundance of fresh fruit. Salsa and reggaeton oozing from doorways; a taste of a different world. A culture so distant from the bleakness of a grey Northern Hemisphere winter. That was what I craved.

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