Throughout Suchitoto posters hang for a gallery opening on Sunday. Adam joked they might have wine so we should go, continuing our favorite Pittsburgh habit. I laughed. But lo and behold, before the mid-day sun was beating its hardest, we were sipping iced sangria while perusing paintings of the female body by a popular Salvadoran artist. In this town with two art museums and numerous galleries we even expect this happens regularly. On the contrary, it’s not often that an orchestra plays Tchaikovsky then parades through town with fireworks on every corner. We just happened to be lucky in timing our visit.
Sitting in the central park in the cool evening surrounded by children playing while their parents chat, the city is transformed from a sweltering afternoon ghost town. The next morning will inevitably start off slowly with a stroll down cobblestone streets past whitewashed buildings to our favorite panaderia for a pastry and coffee. We understand that 8am is too early in this laid-back town for all the baking to be finished, so there is no hurry. That’s one of the many reasons we love Suchitoto.
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