As our bus approached the border to Panama, I gazed out the bus window and was mesmerized . . . . One hundred and three days later we said goodbye to Panama and a piece of our hearts. We fell in love with the country and the people we met.
He finished the molten colored liquid in his shot glass leaned to the side and pulled out his pistol. The only sound was the metal hitting wood as it was placed on the table.
Over 85 horses clopped through the stable's pathway where we had setup bails of hay, chairs and tables for the revelers to hang out while waiting for the start of the ride.
"There's been a murder," Trin said in such a dramatic tone that I almost expected to hear the Law and Order signature double orchestral stab.
Boquete Panama The hooves of the horse under me made a rhythmic clop and pine needles shuffled below us. Mist covered the valley in the distance. The mountains were lush with their shades of green. A breeze caressed my skin and the smell of pine filled me with pleasure. This mountain in Panama is capturing my heart... Continue Reading →