Brenda owns an awesome little coffee shack off the plaza, in front of the bus stop, and serves only coffee from fincas around Alegria. I stopped by to see her every day. Quarter a cup, or if she's feeling generous, free atole de piña.
She seemed a bit lonely at times, and admitted she wanted to move to New York. Or anywhere in the States. She has cousins in LA, and some nebulous plans. At 30, she's single and losing faith in the available prospects in tiny Alegria. I asked her if nearby Santiago was an option, or even San Salvador. Her look of scorn said it all--mentally, she's through with this country.