San Salvador’s 100°F Hustle: Overheated, Underrated, and Why I Still Can’t Get Enough

sipping coffee on a cracked sidewalk in the parque central and immediately regretting it. the air is thick with humidity-someone told me the only way to survive here is to douse yourself in alcohol and call it ‘refreshing,’ but i’m sticking to my lukewarm iced tea. 12:22 pm, 23.57 temp feels finer than a fern sword under the nose when you’re sweating through your laptop sleeve. damned if you don’t geek out about the weather, right? i just checked and it’s… relentlessly hot. like the sun’s been literally sitting on the roof of every building.

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