In the taxi this morning en route to the bus terminal in San Salvador, El Salvador’s capital, I had a basic (& I mean basic) conversation with the jovial taxi driver. He garnered enough from me to know I was headed for Suchitoto, a small town about 50 kilometres north of San Salvador, & I garnered enough from him to know that that got his approval. Very much so.
“Very beautiful,” he exclaimed, proud of his utterance of (understandable) English. Either that or he was proud of Suchitoto itself (quite possible). It does seem to hold a special place in hearts of El Salvadorians.
Bus to Suchitoto, El Salvador. Day 456 http://t.co/4L6WQ82iJw #elsalvador #travel #travelphotography #blog #suchitoto pic.twitter.com/s1GEtwmTxq
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Suchitoto
Suchitoto (pronounced ‘such-i-toe-toe‘) is a quaint little village with dainty cobbled streets lined by beautiful old pastel-coloured buildings. A former colonial capital that pre-dates Columbian times, today as the cultural capital of the country it is firmly dedicated to the promotion of arts & thus boasts a burgeoning arts scene. Walking around the village you’d be forgiven for thinking that here in this little corner of El Salvador time has stood still. It’s that kind of place. It’s quiet. Very quiet. But it obviously attracts quite a few of my ilk (the tourist) if the myriad of guest houses, English-menu restaurants & English-language placards on Suchitoto history found in the Central Plaza – overlooked, of course, by the impressive whitewashed church – are any indication. That’s my guess but I’m at a loss as to where all those tourists are now. Regardless, Suchitoto is indeed ‘very beautiful’ and it’s very beautiful without doing anything out of the Central American ordinary.
Home in Suchitoto, El Salvador. Villa Balanza Day 456 http://t.co/4L6WQ82iJw #elsalvador #suchitoto #travel #blog pic.twitter.com/H1rldHhPMl
— davidMbyrne.com (@ByrneDavidM) June 4, 2013
Honduras Bound
For all Suchitoto’s charms, I’m hankering for something different. After a while, and after moving from one pretty colonial town to another, things – cobblestone streets, plazas & churches, all hemmed in by pastel-coloured walls – get repetitive & it’s easy to dismiss the idyllic surroundings they provide. So tonight will be my last night in El Salvador & Suchitoto will be my last port of call in Central America’s smallest country. Tomorrow I’ll be moving on & continuing north towards the border with Honduras. Maybe it – Honduras – will throw up something different. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
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