Not the best of beers, however, they work in their enviroments. Kind of nice having a nice cool Suprema as you overlook the San Salvador Volcano, almost reaching out with your hand and touching the sometimes cloud covered stratovolcano. Lush green vegetation along the nicely manicured lawns of the hotels on Boulevard de los heroes, and bustling multi-centro with all kinds of cuisines and shops. Shoot if I listened to USA television, I didn't stand a chance to survive a couple of days and nights in gang infested country of MS-13 caliber.
Of particular food interest to me, and referred to was MR DONUT. Forget the donuts in there, but they have some pretty good chicken tamales and pupusas galore, fried Yucca, smeared with some sweet sauce and cabage. The local ladies office workers walking around in nice tight black pants with their long black hair. Well manicured and made up with lipstick and you can tell their nails were painted with care. Very beautiful indeed. In contrast, you have an old lady in the corner selling flowers for a living, not giving a dam about her looks. Her indian eyes says it all. "I am what I am". Then a lady comes into the drinking establishment overlooking San Salvador Volcano, selling lottery tickets, of which I buy 6 dollars worth. (I had similar circumstances some 22 years ago down in Honduras and won some money.) I'm back in states now, but they got something on these lotto tickets they never had before. INTERNET web site to check your numbers. Who knows. Maybe I'll have more reason to return after I hit the lotto once again. That volcano took a good liking to me and me of it. The Suprema beer is also a huge time spender and relaxes to mind as you absorb the Central American noises and civiization.
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