I landed at the airport and hitched a ride with some Salvodoreno aunties who live in Houston. They were headed to Atami so I had them drop me off at a resort there on the bluff. I wandered down to palmarcito the next morning found some breky and a beater board to rent. There was like three people out the whole day. That break is set up like a break back home, smash off the rocks, solid drop, quick burger flop to mush out section, but sometimes a little face to smash around on before the racing close-out shore pound. 
I wished I had brought my helmet to surf the other side of Atami resort. There were too many 20ft dunce-cap-lookin' dagger rocks jutting out from the shoreline.
I surfed again that evening, a bit choppy but still fun.
The next was really pumping.  I had rented a board overnight and was able to catch the early dawn.  Sun smoked sky is so eerie down there.  Blood red moon, high in the sky the night before.  Surfed all day, three sessions, morning noon and night.  Almost got ripped into the rocks where the current was pulling into the rocks on the other side of the 


Saturday was the best, surfed Bocana.

Sitting at Pizza Makoi in El Tunco. Five days of Surf Surf Sleep Eat Sleep Eat Surf has made me feel like Olympic trainee except for how I've eaten way to many pupusas. Now three years after my colossal failure here last time, I've had a fully successful trip by myself. With some good luck, I'll bring the whole Fam next year