I have no idea why some places tug at my heart-strings. Turkey, in general, and Diyarbakir, specifically, I'm looking at you... but now you've got competition for Most Wonderful Place in the World.
Like Diyarbakir, there's not much going on in Alegría. Here, I'll show you the main attractions.
There is this mirador, or scenic viewpoint, called Cien Grados (100 steps) within the village. Ask anyone in town where to find it.
|ehh, can't see much, too hazy|
|nice, i guess|
When I first arrived in the town, I wasn't sure if it was a real Salvadorean village or a movie set.
It was just so clean--hey, over there was a group of young ladies with brooms sweeping up nothing, as far as I could see.
|spotless central park|
|my first pupusas|
|eensy-weensy puppy dog|
|chocolates hecho a mano|
But even here in "real" Alegría, interactions with people were universally relaxed, friendly, and outgoing. On my wanderings a few blocks to a few kilometers away from Alegría, away from the spotless central plaza and the artesanía shops, I found the same warm smiles and universal "buenos días" greetings. I'm pretty sure I was the only gringa in town that day... maybe that's why everyone was so nice.
Hats off to you, Alegría. I see from where you get your name... happiness. :-)