2nd Anniversary of, The Lost Paradise of Panamá
It’s been two years since I decided to jump in and start a blog, with the main theme being about Panamá. I felt then as I do now, that I knew and understood Panamá more than most; not as much as some. I’ve roamed its jungle, desert, and mountains. (Yes, Panama has a small desert-like region). I’ve traveled through its villages, towns and cities. I’ve navigated through some rough areas, although not without consequences. There’ve been more good times than bad. And through it all, guiding me along the way, have been the wonderful Panamanian people. Happy. Caring. Quick with a genuine smile.
There’s an ingredient in Panamanian society that I just can’t put my finger on, but without it, life wouldn’t be the same. It’s that ingredient that makes a soup good or excellent. It’s that smile that makes a painting just a painting, or a work-of-art. And it’s that ingredient that has intrigued me over the years. What is it?
The first anniversary of my Panablog was during my father-in-law’s funeral. He passed away at the age of eighty-eight. He knew the land, the sea, the weather–as well as he knew his children. In my mind, he was Panamá. He is greatly missed, and I think of him often.
I want to thank all of you who have stopped by to read a posting, view a picture, or leave a comment. As with all travel, it’s good to be a little cautious, a little skeptical, a little inquisitive, and follow your instinct in uncertain situations. But most of all–study your destination before you go. I hope that I’ve shed some light on traveling through the Isthmus.
Thank you.
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