San Salvador, on the other side of our mountain, about one hour away, was a small and beautiful village between the mountains, in a much nicer valley than the one we’re living in. The bar I told earlier about was also small but crowded with happy people. There was some feminist Spanish stand up comedy. Didn’t understand a thing. Perfect chance to laugh at the wrong spots.
Slept at some guy’s place. This guy, Pedro, had a guest room with probably the softest beds I’ve tried. And several blankets. For the first time on this trip I wasn’t freezing during the night.
Today’s still another party here and tomorrow a seven hour workshop. Then we’re basically done and can start a nice 16 hour way back to Finland.