Our Salvadoran reality trip came to a sudden stop when the cab took a right turn onto the long driveway leading to the Pacific Paradise Hotel resort.
Seeing this place for the first time was a disorienting jolt from the very different world that clearly existed just beyond the front gates.
For $75 a night, you can take laps in the spacious resort pool, have your waiter bring out an overpriced plate of mostly Americanized food, or simply sit and stare at the privately-owned beachfront, as you sip a $4 pina colada. It's a grand trip to the other El Salvador.
On this particular day, we felt very alone. Where were all the other guests? Who knows. There were always only a couple of familiar faces each time we sat outside. It was only on our last day at Pacific Paradise when a tour bus suddenly showed up to dump a busload of American-looking guests, finally breathing some life into this very pristine but lonely place.
On this particular day, we felt very alone. Where were all the other guests? Who knows. There were always only a couple of familiar faces each time we sat outside. It was only on our last day at Pacific Paradise when a tour bus suddenly showed up to dump a busload of American-looking guests, finally breathing some life into this very pristine but lonely place.
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