The Terrible Week That Wasn’t

What a week!  After we got our apartment contract notarized and returned to the realty office, we got a horrible call.  Our realtor told us that the woman who owns the property rented ‘our’ apartment to someone else.  We bought furniture for this place.  It is a very open house that is not typical in Latin/South America.  We were devastated and panicked.  With only 2 more weeks in Colombia, we had no where to live.

Our realtor, Edgar,  listened to me yell (not at him) about “How could this happen?”  Since the owner hadn’t signed anything, she used us as her back-up contract in case something better didn’t show up.  Her problem was that she wanted us to rent beginning in December although we didn’t plan on moving until February.  We thought we compromised by renting in January.

As it turned out, the renters for our Panama house sold their house in the States and wanted to move sooner  So we changed our move date to mid January.  But now, no place to live.

Edgar took us to several places that paled in comparison.  Small places, noisy places, no amenity places – we were pretty grim.  I kept telling myself that something similar happened to me in 1979.  We were selling our house and buying another.  As our closing date arrived, our buyers (from another state) needed 2 additional days before closing.  But OUR realtor had written a back-up contract on the house she sold us (unethical but not illegal).  One week to go and no place to live.  Then we met Hap.  He found us a similar house on a better street with an extra bedroom.  Sweet!  Then about 6 months later, the house we almost bought caught on fire.  Things turned out for the best.

So I kept reminding myself that things are suppose to happen.  And did they ever.  Edgar brought us to a new building in an awesome neighborhood.  It is so much better than the original place I can’t believe it.  Today the contract was completed and rent was paid.

Olga, our drapery maker, is meeting us tomorrow to measure the windows.  Hopefully our friends, M & T, will arrive in time to see the place.  But it’s officially ours,  for at least 13.5 months!

Pictures tomorrow.  I was so excited about this place, I forgot to take pictures.  The one above is the model but same floor plan.

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Another Country, Another Cedula

Countries south of the border commonly require cedulas, a government issued ID card.  We got one in Panama.  It took about 5 months and a lot of paperwork.  We really don’t get anything extra for it but it means you have closer ties to the country.  It is used as your official ID for many things including domestic flights.  More importantly, it is not required.

When we came to Colombia, we knew that we had to get a cedula here.  Since we are moving here in February, we thought we could complete it then.  No, we need one yesterday as everything is tied to the Colombian cedula.

 

David saw that a local grocery store has cooking classes during the week.  He was told that it was not a money program, it was a points reward program.  No big deal, just join the points program.  Except you can’t without a cedula.  no

We have to buy minutes cards for our phone because you cannot get a phone plan without a cedula.  You cannot get a Metro pass without a cedula.  This is an important card.

We want this beautiful apartment but, as extranjeros, we need a fiador.  A fiador is a person that promises to pay our rent if we don’t.  I don’t know how many people would sign up for that task.  Obviously, we do not have one so we said we could pay several months in advance.  Our realtor said we could get by without one if we have a good balance at a Colombian bank – except – you can’t get a bank account without a cedula.

So we wait for the little card and the special stamp in our passports that will allow us to be participating members of Colombian society.  We were told it should only take a couple of weeks.

As disruptive as it will be for the next few weeks, I can’t stop thinking about this topic in the US.  Panama and Colombia require official proof that every new resident has enough funds that they will not become a burden on society.  Panama does an FBI background check to weed out felons. Traffic checks, of cars and buses, are frequent and the officers look at either your passport or cedula.  Without either, you are ordered to appear in court.  Yet, the US says there is not way this can be done.  If there is a necessity, then it can be done.

Getting a cedula is not free.  If you are a natural born citizen, getting one is cheap and fast.  But, for expats,  immigration takes a few weeks and the cost is several hundred dollars.

 

First Week in Medellin

We began apartment hunting this week.   Almost everyone in Medellin lives in apartamentos and they range greatly in size, amenities and height.  They also come unfurnished – like so unfurnished you have to bring your own refrigerator.  We planned to find an AirBnB for a few months when we return in (hopefully) February but then found it would be simpler to just jump into a small apartment.

The first thing we did this week was scout out places for appliances and must-come-first furniture.  Falabella, Jumbo and Exito are have appliances, tables, chairs and mattresses.  Most deliver for free!

Then we started the online search just to narrow down the neighborhood.  There are literally thousands of apartments for rent. From rooms to rent, to studio, to penthouses with gorgeous views.  Since we aren’t bringing our furniture fro Panama until at least 2019, we think  a smaller place would be a good place to begin.

We have already found that ‘working’ with a realtor is an impossible task.  I don’t know how they earn a living.  Multiple agencies have told us that they don’t have any rental listings when we’ve seen several online.  One guy told us the the paperwork is difficult.  Isn’t that kind of the job a realtor does?  So we decided to try on our own.

This idea would not be advisable for people who have limited Spanish but we did great!.  We actually had a conversation with a woman on the street today.  Good thing as most people do not speak English at all.

We found a location that we thought we would like and started banging on doors.  All the properties we looked at have 24 hour guys in the lobby.  Two of them yesterday just gave us the keys to the empty units and let us take a look.  One was just weird but the other was gorgeous, but it was far from public transportation.  It also was huge – 3 bedrooms plus maids quarters and 5 bathrooms.  The patio was like another room.

Today we took a look  at apartment buildings closer to the Metro.  The AirBnB that we are at now is in a good location but on a very noisy street.  We hit the inner roads and found another 24 hour guard that gave us the scoop on a pretty place overlooking a park.  He didn’t have the keys but gave us the owner’s name and number = no realtor!  Go us!!

We also got on a random bus today to see the outskirts of Envigado.  It was a waste of 2 hours but it felt like we were climbing to the top of the world.  We are pretty close to the Andes Mountains.  Nice area but I wouldn’t want to live so far away.

Tomorrow we will call the contacts and see what we can accomplish.  We still have 2 months here so we aren’t in an stress-filled jam.

I also found a Zumba spot this week.  It’s at the Museo de Castillo, which is an old estate that was deeded to the city.  museo de castilleThere’s a nice group of rooms and a small restaurant on site.  Suzy is the instructor and I can Zumba three times a week.  Cab fare from our place is about $2.  With the amount of walking we’ve been doing on some strenuous hills, we should both be skinny.

One of the local grocery stores offers cooking classes so David will be signing up for a few.  The markets are full of fruits and vegetables, many that I have missed while living in Panama.  There are fresh apricots, tangerines and peaches in the markets now.

So far we are loving the big city.  It’s so clean, there are a million restaurants there are theaters and museums, the people are fantastic and a cab will take you almost anywhere you want to go for 2 bucks.

 

You’re Moving Where – Again?

Between vacation visits, long stays and moving, we have been in Boquete about 7 years.  It may be time to check out some other places.  We went to the typical expat haunts – Cuenca-hated it, Lima-too far, and Costa Rica-too much crime.  Our next stop is Medellin, Colombia.

We visited there last year and it was beautiful.  A variety of everything – restaurants, museums, theater, festivals, malls, everything a city of 3.5 million people would want.  Also, (like him or not) Pablo Escobar made his hometown the jewel of South America.

Several months ago we bought airline tickets and planned for a 9 week visit.  During that time we decided that there’s nothing hold us here, except 3 big dogs, 3 cats and a house.  The 9 week vacation has evolved into an apartment hunting, visa getting adventure.

Three years ago today our container arrived at our house.   Now we are packing very much the same way.

Pile 1. What we are taking in October for 9 weeks   For who will only take a carry-on regardless of vacation length, this is hard.  We have 2 carry-ons and 3 checked bags.  Mainly because I must bring almost all of my gym clothes and sneakers.

Pile 2. What we are taking in February for at least a year.  We plan to live in 2 places.  The first will be a furnished AirBnB but they are pricey.  Then we will find a good unfurnished place and begin buying things to fill it.

Pile 3.  What is staying for the tenants, and

Pile 4. What we are taking in shipping container in a year or so. Furniture, lamps, beds etc.  We will fill a 20 foot container.  Not real big, just enough to keep things that have meaning to us.  Good thing we have a separate-entry for a bedroom and bath which is now a very packed storage facility.

We have a tenant already for our house in Boquete so we are packing or getting rid of personal items.  The stuff you accumulate in a short amount of time is astonishing.  Boxes are getting numbered with a list of their contents.  Deja vu all over again.

As with our last international move, the pets  are a somewhat difficult and time-consuming task.   The dogs are 100% Panamanian Street Dog.  Molly, who weighed about 50 lbs when we got her, now weighs in at 74.2 lbs.  Sasha is about 50 lbs and Rosa is about 40 lbs.  That’s a lot of dog to move!  We drove to the David Airport got specifics from Copa.  The cats are easy and we have experience and flight bags for them.  Every coach cat needs a human escort so our good friend B has volunteered to help us out.  We get our 3rd cat to Colombia and she gets a few days to see Medellin.

So Hasta Luego Panama, Buenas Dia Medellin!  Our viaje comienca manana en la manana

Cuba

We just returned from a 2 week Cuban vacation.  I wanted to see Cuba before the Americans flooded there and changed the ‘real’ Cuba.  It didn’t take long before we realized that a few more tourists were not going to change the island.  That will take decades at best.

We asked our first taxi driver from the airport about the beautiful old American cars.  He doesn’t believe that most Cubans would sell their prized possessions since they are a source of personal pride and most are taxi drivers and need their car to work.  I was surprised at the number of these gorgeous autos.  – probably 40% or more of all cars on the roads.  Old Russian cars are the second largest number but they are just boxy transportation that can’t compare to an Edsel, Jaguar or Fairlane that’s more than half a century old.

We expected to rent a car.  Since we couldn’t hold a car with our US credit cards, we reserved one once we got to Havana.  But when we went to take care of the paperwork, there were no cars available.  No problem as they must have a bus system comparable to Panama.  Not even close.  All seats going south and east were sold.  Enter the car taxi system.  For just a few dollars more we got an old Dodge and a driver to take us to our next destination.  Whoop!  We also got a private taxi for our following destination as Cuba apparently doesn’t add buses for popular routes.  The private taxis were trip savers for us.

Cuba is unbearably hot.  Even the top hotels rarely had air in their bars and lobbies.  We went through water like crazy.  We called their only choice of water C-14, in memory of a canal that was the southern border between our former home in Coral Springs and the city to the south, Tamarac.  The water was foul!  In 2 weeks, we still couldn’t get over the nasty liquid they called agua. That said, it was a far cry better than drinking from the tap!In 2 weeks, we still couldn’t get over the nasty liquid they called agua. That said, it was a far cry better than drinking from the tap! There was only one brand so if you got water, it tasted like it came from someplace bad.  The bottles said the water was collected at “the source” but the source was obviously a secret.  There was no indication where the ‘source’ was.  We think we found it, however.

cuba water source

The Source???

Havana is a lively place with music in every café, bar and street corner.  Cuban music uses a lot of big band instruments.  If there wasn’t a nearby band, the boom boxes blared music from homes and streets.  One night there was a power outage and the residents didn’t miss a moment to move outdoors with music.  I found it odd that the music was strictly Cuban, not Colombian or even popular Cuban singers in the US.

The streets around Havana are in good condition.  The streets within Havana, particularly Habana Vieja, are uneven, dirty and filled with garbage.  Some are pedestrian-only walkways but still, in not great condition.  In Habana Centro they are in the middle of installing an underground sewage system.  It will be great when it’s done but now it’s a mess and it is really smelly.

Our second stop was Playa Giron, more commonly known as the site of the Bay of Pigs invasion.  We went to the museum.  When I used to teach American History, we barely touched on the event in class, usually only commenting about it being JFK’s biggest mistake but there was so much more to it in Cuba.  It was used as a massive propaganda campaign against the American Imperialists.  The US played right into Castro’s hands.  We stayed at Casa Particular Norma and we asked Norma about the invasion.  She told us that she was just a kid but her house was blown up by the Americans.  We went scuba diving in the Bay and it was beautiful.  No fishing is allowed and it’s a short walkout dive on white sand.  It looks like an aquarium the water is so clear and filled with reef fish. Apparently, Fidel Castro has a secret hideaway on an island not far from the Bay of Pigs.

Casa Particulars are private homes that are allowed by the Cuban government to rent rooms to travelers.  Many are available on AirBnB.com.  The homeowner keeps half of the rent which is usually about $40 a night.  Any extra charges, for breakfast, dinner, drinks etc. stays with the homeowners.  It’s a wonderful way to get money directly into the hands of the Cuban people.  All regular hotels are owned and operated by the government and employees make a small salary.  But all in all, people are poor.

We went to Cienfuegos and Trinidad, both smaller than Havana, cleaner and much more picturesque.  Again we stayed at Casa Particulars and they were a more homey experience. The internet hotspot was easy to find in Trinidad (L).  The Cienfuegos skyline (R).

Shopping is unusual.  Tourist shops carry the traditional t-shirts, ashtrays, and other tchotchkes.  Markets are another matter.  There were more empty shelves than shelves with merchandise.  Typical stock was usually oil, powdered milk, cartons of juice and rum.  Lots and lots of rum.  Not lots of anything else.  The places we stayed had to keep meticulous records of all guests and they received additional food allotments based on that number.    In the private community, people get food allotments based on number in household.  People with children get extra juice and milk.  But we saw more than one child with extremely bowed legs looking much like extreme calcium deficiency.  We never saw a grocery store.

Major hotels have wireless internet for about $4-5 an hour.  But locals and cheap tourist go outside areas around those big hotels or a large park. You looked for a bunch of people staring at their phones and then find  guy that seems li
ke he’s selling crack.  From him, you buy 1 hour’s worth of internet for $2-3.  However, even with wifi, the phone portion of WhatsApp and Facebook would not connect.  Most Cubans don’t own a cell phone but some Casa Particulars have desktops with internet access.  The wifi hotspot in Havana was easy to spot.
cuba hotspot

We are glad we went to Cuba but now I realize that it won’t be changing anytime soon.  Much of their transportation still relies on horse and cart.  Their internet is basic at best. Electric blackouts are frequent and their water is not safe to drink.  People rely on government assistance for even basic needs like juice.  Garbage and trash pick-up is a luxury that most do not have.  But by an large, Cubans are extremely proud of their country and their government..Castro and Che’s face are painted everywhere but they are also in private home.  We saw busts of Lenin and larger that life paintings of Castro and Che in private homes.  Private cars often have a likeness or two of the same individuals.

 

 

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No Luz, No Electricidad

Losing power is not a rare thing in Chiriqui but it’s usually for only for an hour or two at most. Usually losing power is no big deal even in a restaurant.  Iphones have flashlights and businesses have candles so life goes on in the dark.   Our stove is gas, we have lots of flashlights and candles and we have surge protectors to save our more expensive electronic goods from blowing out with the surges.
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Last week our power left us at about 6 PM.  We already had plans to pick up a pizza so dinner was no problem.  As the sun set, I lit candles.  We read with our Kindles so everything was good.  Until we realized that one Kindle was almost dead, our cell phones were on life support and the laptops couldn’t get wifi.  Those were the minor inconveniences.  A very big problem for us is that our water system uses an electric pump to distribute water into our showers, toilets and every other faucet.  We were very lucky that we had already showered after a sweaty day at the theater.  We used bottled water to brush our teeth.  We are also very lucky to have a spigot in the back yard that is not connected to the pump so we used a very large pot of that water to flush.

Then we noticed that the streets around us were lit while ours was black.  We hoped that our small small problem only involving a few houses didn’t put us at the end of a long, long list of power failures.

This week had been very windy.  There was a storm in the Caribbean that dumped a lot of rain along the Gulf coast.  We are getting rain (yay, it’s dry season so I love every drop) but also, really strong winds.  It’s like feeder bands before a hurricane arrives.  Rain and powerful wind and then beautiful weather to be interrupted by more wind and rain.  The gusts blew over some very big trees onto power lines, affecting hundreds who are living in the dark.  The wind just howls at night.

In the morning the power was still off so David did some investigating.  One of our neighbors had already called Union Fenosa to let them know.  David then went to where we pay our electric and they explained that it was already on the list and we would have power back in 2 hours.  I don’t know if it was actually 2 hours since we weren’t home, but it was on when we returned.

When we first moved to Panama, there was probably 30 gallons of water stored inside the house in various types of containers.  We lived there well over a year and never needed them.  Although we also got our water using a pump, the electricity had never been off very long to worry about it.

All is well now.  The winds continue but with less moisture.  But the toilets flush on demand, and that’s always a good thing.

 

 

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Three Weeks in Kenya

Several months ago, my daughter caught a real good airfare rate to Africa – $406 round trip JFK to Nairobi.  Who could take a pass on that?   Especially when it’s about $600 just to fly 2.5 hours from PTY to Miami.  Bargain!

We’ve been to Kenya before so I figured that I could plan our entire trip.  The airfare was cheap but it included a short layover in Abu Dhabi and we chose to get a room to relax, take a shower and get some sleep.  Unfortunately, the layover was from late at night to early check-in in the morning so no time for site-seeing.  We only saw enough to make us want to return.

IMG_0078[1]I arranged a 9 day safari.  We went to Samburu, Lake Nakuru, Lake Naivasha, Masai Mara and Amboseli.  We saw lots of the Big 5, some very close to our vehicle.  We also saw more common animals, jackals, hyenas. crocodiles, gazelles, and warthogs.

The elephants in Samburu are a reddish-brown, unlike the ones further south, which are typical grey.  We wanted to get a picture of elephants wit Mt. Kilimanjaro in the background.  Lucky for us, the elephants cooperated.  Kenya amboseli

Our safari guide, Livingstone,  was great.  He studied animal prints to follow in the vehicle.  Because of this, we saw multiple lions, giraffes and more elephants.  The elephants were outside our patio that overlooked the river.

Kelly had to return to go back to work 😦 after the safari.  We dropped her at NBO and we headed to the domestic terminal for our flight to spend a week in Mombasa.  It was not what I expected.

We were in Kenya about 13 years ago or so.  The improvements to their infrastructure was nothing short of amazing.  On our first visit, there was nothing but dirt roads.  Today, all but the ones in the parks are paved.  Internet is still in its infancy but the city of Nairobi is now modern and much safer.  Gone are the days when it was called NaiRobbery.  I expected Mombasa to have kept up.  wrong.  Mombasa is the 2nd largest port town in all of Africa.  The amount of money that this port is worth is probably close to the net value of a small country.  The poverty we saw is shameful.  Their roads are terrible, the amount of garbage everywhere is disgusting, kids begging instead of in school – certainly not what anyone would expect from one of the oldest ports in the world.

So these mature, yet oblivious, travelers flew to Mombasa for our final week in Africa.  Our 45 minute flight was 3 hours late so the driver took us to the resort in the dark.  The next morning we saw that Mombasa is far from modern. kenya bahari We chose Mombasa so we could go scuba diving and the dive shop was right in the resort.  The shop and crew were great. The shop itself is carved into the coral shelf under the hotel. The dive was very nice.  We went into town the next day.  Not much to see but boy was it hot, humid and dusty.

We returned to Nairobi to see the David Sheldrick Elephant Sanctuary.  They take in orphaned baby elephants and raise them until they are about 3 and can be returned to the savanna.  Not too far away is the Giraffe Center which allows you to feed giraffes.  Both are awesome and a highlight of our trip.

The trip back to Florida was long.  Five hours to Abu Dhabi, 13:40 to JFK and another 3 to Fort Lauderdale, along with over seventeen hours of layovers.  We shopped in Fort Lauderdale – Lowe’s, Home Depot and Publix are high on the sites to see) and picked up our Amazon orders and began the trip home.  Finally, now we are home in Boquete.  The dogs and cats were so happy to see us.  Even the neighborhood dogs were anxious to see us and get some loving.  The unpacking is finished and the laundry is done.  No matter how much fun a vacation is, it’s always great to be home.  The next trip is already planned for January!!

On a side note, we flew on Etihad, a Middle Eastern airline based in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Eremites.  While watching where the airplane was during the flight, we saw we flew over some war torn countries.  We also noticed when we flew south, we detoured completely around Yemen.  Obviously, there’s danger in this area, even at 37,000 feet.

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Picking a Picanto

We’ve reached the point where we needed to become a two car family again.  Our interests and appointments were always conflicting, or so it seemed.  About 3 months ago, I began “pre-car” shopping – figuring out what kind I wanted, what the average price should be, etc.  I knew it had to be small since I can’t judge distance.  P1000373My last car was a Mini Cooper.  I loved that car but that wouldn’t do well for us in Boquete.  It seems that a lot of cab drivers choose a Kia Picanto.  The hunt began.

We went to the City to see if we could find one.  Car shopping in Panama is not like any place in the US.  First, new car lots do not sell used cars.  Those are purchased from other lots or private owners.  After about 3 stops in Panama, we yelled “uncle” and called the Car Guy Keith.

The second huuuuge difference here in Panama is that the car sales people ignore you.  Not like ignore you for a few minutes so you can look around.  I mean like if you dropped dead on the lot, they may notice the smell in 4 days or so.  Ignored like we were invisible.

Three days in Panama City proved to be unproductive.  Keith began the hunt in earnest.  He faced a dozen problems, all beginning with me.  I had to have a Picanto because  1. it’s small enough  2. it doesn’t have that little dust container that the Spark has 3. it should have low mileage and, finally, 4. I it couldn’t be any shade of white, beige, cream, gold or silver. kia yellow I would have loved a yellow car again but in Panama, only taxis can be yellow.

After several weeks of looking, Keith concluded (and we agreed) that we should purchase new instead of used.  Most good used cars with low mileage come from rental agencies and are boring white.  He made an appointment for us at the dealer in David.

Another difference is that because Panama is a small country, there’s only one dealership.  Grupo Siliba handles most of the car sales in the country.  That means that there’s no haggling – which is good and bad.  The worst part of buying a car is the ridiculous haggling games played by salespeople in the US.   Last week we went to Kia in David.  My choices were what model and what color I wanted.  Time consuming but easy.

We got to the dealership before Keith and looked around the showroom.  Not a soul came up to us to ask us if we needed help, information, directions to the bathroom, nada.  When Keith arrived, he asked for our salesman – who wasn’t there.  TIP  After waiting about an hour for him to arrive, another woman helped us with the sale.

Another big difference.  There isn’t a car lot in David.  There was a silver Picanto in the showroom but not one like I wanted.  I chose a color using a color swatch.  I wanted the cranberry color but that wouldn’t be available until after Christmas. kia blue I chose a blue color that she kept saying had purple in it.  We gave them them a deposit and proof of insurance and …. we wait.  All cars are shipped from Panama City.  My car was suppose to be delivered on Friday, then Saturday, then she called as said Sunday.

Another difference.  Car lots are not open on Sundays or holidays.  November has about 10 holidays so if she didn’t open on Sunday, I would have to wait until the following Friday to pick up the car.  But on that Sunday, she came in and with two signatures, I was in a car.

I stopped on the way home to get my Panamanian Rules of the Road book which is mandatory to have in every car.  I know my windshield wipers work since it poured rain the entire trip back to Boquete.

My new car sits in the driveway.  Thanks Keith for cutting through the endless red tape. Thank you David for trying to get this done before my birthday.kia mine

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Disfrazes for Halloween

Halloween in Panama is not a big holiday, especially for children.  I saw a news clip on NBC today that Americans will have spend $6.9 Billion on Halloween (costumes, candy, make up, etc)  just this year.   That’s more than the budget of some small countries.  I saw pictures that our granddaughter had 3 different costumes this year.  I love Halloween and always made my own costumes for me and my children.  But as kids behavior changed, I began to dread Halloween in Florida because it became a night of thrown eggs, scratched cars and general vandalizing.  So we became the house that locked up by 8 PM and turned the lights out so the older kids would just walk on by.

Halloween in Panama is not a children’s holiday but is becoming very big among adults.  There were several local parties yesterday.  Most of the gringo parties were for our growing number of children in town.  One adult party was a fundraiser for Amigos de Animales.  We ended up going to  Mike’s for about an hour before heading to our final destination.  Mike’s was for adults and almost everyone was in costume.  Excellent music and dancing.

halloween 1Getting a costume is no easy feat in Panama.  You can order from Amazon for a pre-made costume, gather parts and make-up if you are creative or you can be just be super creative to be able to use only what is available here.  We planned ahead and brought many items from the States where everything is available.

We ended up at Mi Jardin where people wore the best costumes went since there were some big prizes awarded.  It was primarily a Panamanian party and people came from as far as David dressed in some awesome stuff. halloween 3

halloween 5One very tall guy painted himself blue, added a loin cloth and some braids and was one of the creatures from Avitar. He ended up winning Second Place. There was an elaborate angel, many Day of the Dead people, a samurai, pirates, lots of cats and devils, and an array of others.  My friend, Julian, handmade his own mummy from latex.

The party technically began at 10 PM.  In reality, people really began coming about midnight.  The costume contest began – probably long after we were home, showered and in bed.

halloween 2There were few gringos at the party and Latin music prevailed.  Everyone took pictures and asked strangers to take pictures with them.  Drinks were free flowing and people came by with shots – Rum and vodka only.  No glasses needed, just open your mouth and they pour it in.  Lots of fun with great music!

The site, Mi Jardin, has a new owner.  Gone are the free gardens for people to admire.  In it’s place, there’s a lovely garden coffee shop by day and a modern nightclub for nights like last night. I don’t know how long the party went on but it was just getting started at 1 AM.  We drove by Mike’s on the way home and it was very quiet – a big difference between gringo parties and Panamanian parties.

Who won the BIG prize?  Julian!!!  Congratulations!!!

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