|A big, BEAUTIFUL flower in our neighbor's yard|
- Even if you think you know where you're going, it's difficult to get around. The roads are two-lane, and people are walking everywhere in town with little regard for oncoming traffic. Vehicles just stop anywhere . . . one way streets are not labeled . . . it’s tough to find a place to park, and when you do, you’re very likely tilted at a 45-degree angle. And outside of town, some of the roads are in pretty decent shape, but others are just horrendous. Really. Horrendous.
Although we're told they're going to be fixed . . .
- There are taxis everywhere, and they’re apparently very cheap. The woman we ate lunch with said her daughter takes a taxi home from town for $1.50. I anticipate using taxi service A LOT if we live here.
- It really does a number on your brain after a while when nobody speaks your language.
- My hair is curly in the humidity. I don't know when my hair got so naturally curly.
- Stray dogs roam all over the place here. And even dogs with owners run around everywhere.
|Eating at Pio Pio -- a Panamanian KFC wannabe|
- Our dependency on cell phones -- that we're quite aware of. We have no cell phone service in Panama, and it’s amazing how often that has been a source of stress for us.
- At the movie theater in David, most movies have Spanish subtitles. But “children’s” movies (Ice Age 4, Madagascar 3, etc.) are dubbed – I guess because they don’t count on kids being able to read the subtitles.
- It rains every afternoon here. Such is life during the rainy season. But the mornings are gorgeous, and the rain has usually stopped by evening.
- As the week has gone on, I've slept better and better. Last night, I think I slept for 7 or 8 hours and I don't remember waking up that much.
- We still don't know if this is the place for us. Our youngest definitely wants to live in Panama. Our oldest is determined she will NOT live in Panama. Hubby and I are still up in the air.
I've found myself an interesting psychological study while we've been here. :) On one hand, I've been amazed at how easy-going and peaceful I've been about things. As I've noted before, I'm not a spontaneous, go-with-the-flow kind of person. I don't like the feeling of things being out of my control, and I don't feel in control of much here. But I don't have that constant underlying feeling of panic that I've had at other times in my life. A sign of spiritual growth? Maybe.
On the other hand, I do have my moments. I fought mild panic yesterday when hubby was much later than we expected getting back from a meeting, and I had no idea how to get a hold of him or how to find someone who could help me find him. And I cried for a moment after one daughter voiced yet another complaint of a series I'd heard from her that morning.
It will feel good to be home. But I can see the possibility of this being home someday, if the Lord leads us here.