Three Months in Panama

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.

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The Cowboy in Boquete

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.

Cabalgata in Boquete

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.

Murder at the Finca

"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.

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