Am just back in Panamá City after two days on Isla Colón, the largest of the nine islands in the Bocas del Toro archipelago. These islands are located on the extreme western side of Panamá, only 40 kilometers, or about 24 miles, from Costa Rica. The first words out of my
I love art and Casco Viejo is certainly filled with lots of it. The whimsical little fish you see on the header were made by Kuna ladies, members of an indigenous community on San Blas Islands which are off the coast of Panama City. They are also the people who
“Con usted…no queremos mujeres feas.” Between Michele and I we had just enough knowledge of the Spanish language to figure out what the sign said. “Nobody likes ugly women.” That’s what started our magical mystery tour of the day. It began as my sister, Michele, and I started out by heading
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in the seat directly behind my Dad on the left side of the plane, the engines roaring so loud I could barely hear what he was saying to me. He was piloting a C-124 from El Salvador to Panama City.
I choose my wine by how beautiful the label is . . . and of course, by the price. As most of you wine connoisseurs know, the wines in my price range can usually be found by squatting down to the bottom shelf in the grocery store. No different here
This one just brought a big ol’ smile to my face! A group of American tourists are following their tour guide is who explaining all about the Notre Dame. The wives are at the front of the line, hanging on to every word their guide, a gorgeous young French man,
I have a ritual I do when my creativity is blocked. When I need to design a new logo or website and nothing comes to mind, I will venture out and search for letters in the alphabet. My rules are that I must first find the A then work myself
Wandered through the 13th arrondissement yesterday. Overall it feels like a good, working class neighborhood that holds Paris’ newspaper building (Le Monde), their ultra-modern Bibliothèque Nationale (national library), and Chinatown, which I’ll return to see next week. The streets widen, becoming avenues divided by the Metro rail tracks. When you come
I figure I’m walking on average of 10 miles per day – at least. Several days I’ve pushed 12 or 13. Accordingly to sources online, Paris is about 9 miles east to west and 6 north to south at its widest points. Paris proper is bound by an oval-shaped perimeter,
“Oh, those Stapleton women!” It’s been a phrase I’ve heard passed around my father’s side of the family for years. The Stapleton men – 4 brothers in all – were all solid citizens, serious, soft-spoken men of few words. A very respectable crew. But they all up and married fun,
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