Living in Panama we don't realize how little choice we have when we shop for groceries. Don't get me wrong there are plenty of choices of groceries, just not nearly as many as in US stores. Our stores here have a four foot section of cake mixes because most of the locals make desserts from scratch. Cookies, candies, chips all are here too but with many less choices than the states too.
But while visiting the Land Of Plenty we had to indulge a bit and take advantage of the things we don't get to eat here, like Tex-Mex food. For the first few days we stuffed our faces with every taco, tortilla, enchiladas, burrito, chips and salsa or whatever else was on the menu of the restaurants. And since some of the wait staff didn't speak English too well, we surprised them by speaking to them in Spanish. It actually felt comforting to hear Spanish being spoken since it felt like home, and my ears just seemed to focus in anytime I heard it. The first place we hit was Taco Palenque, just a few minutes outside of San Antonio Airport. Signs in Spanish lined the walls and it was comforting to recognize the words, as if they were in English. And a few days ago here we discovered that "taco" refers to more than just a flat bread eaten in Mexican cuisine. Clyde went to buy brake pads for our car and asked for "frenos" which is brakes and the girl behind the counter asked if he wanted "tacos" too. At least he didn't say, "no thanks, I'm not hungry." So now we know that "taco" is Spanish means "pad" along with a few other things too.
After we had our fill of Mexican food and loads of free chips with various toppings, we headed toward Austin to visit Clyde's daughter Christy and her husband Jerry. She had planned for our arrival with delishly seasoned ribs with an array of spices that made them finger lickin' good. Along with that was some zucchini, guacamole and salsa along with some tantalizing desserts. After a long day of travel we decided to find a hotel room in Austin where we could crash for the evening. We literally fell into bed as soon as we made our way to the room. Early the next morning I woke up well rested and we found our way to the hotel gym for some much needed workout time before heading out to Corpus Christi.
We found ourselves driving around Corpus sometime in the afternoon wondering who to call or what to do since everyone we knew was working. In Panama this doesn't pose a problem since most of our friends here are also retired. Eventually we made our way out to the town of Ingleside where we'd spend the next week at the home of Andrea and Ronny. Their large five bedroom, three bathroom home is quite inviting to guests, since they both like to entertain. Their tranquil, spacious, beautifully landscaped backyard seduced us in to taking a dip in their private pool. And just like last year they encouraged us to make their house our own, where we could let it all hang out in any way we chose.
The week flew by fast as we kept busy visiting with family and friends. We picked up my grandson Vash for some shopping, mini golf, and swimming before sending him home to Mama. But since he's such a picky eater, I felt bad that I couldn't sugar him up and send him home, like many grandparents do. One day I offered him a yummy, chocolate covered graham cracker which he looked at and said, "it's square," and refused to eat any. Another day we went for ice cream and he ate just a few spoonfuls before rejecting the rest because the chocolate topping wasn't applied exactly right. Although frustrating it was in some ways refreshing to realize that Vash is a "normal" eater. He seemed to eat only when he was hungry, and knew enough to stop when he was full, unlike Clyde and I or many other people in the world. It was nice to get to spend time with him alone, without his Mom's influence. And we all know that kids are usually better when they're parents are not around, and he was. But it seems that OCD (obsessive, compulsive, disorder) skips a generation and Vash just may have inherited that from this grandma, who admits to having just a touch of it. During one hole of mini golf he realized that the flag was missing. He stopped an attendant that was cleaning the area and adamantly complained that there was no flag in the hole in front of us, as if it was a major offense. The young man quickly found the missing flag and carefully put it in the hole making Vash a happy six-year old once again.
|Terry at the Miniature Golf Course|
|Vash the Pirate|
We were able to meet up with Cobey and Caleb, Clyde's boys to see that they were doing good and to catch up on a few things.
The rest of the week was spent trying to meet with as many old friends as we could, over coffee, lunch, dinner or mid-day rendezvous. On Friday night Andrea and Ronny invited a bunch of our old friends to meet for dinner at a steak house in Calallen before a night of bowling. While waiting for a table at the restaurant I was spotted by Stan, my former boss who owns Inmon Respiratory Services. He came over to say hi and chat a bit before he rejoined his wife and kids at their table.
Since our friends love to entertain Saturday was spent preparing for an evening get-together at their house. We were thrilled to see so many of our old friends show up to see us, and even more impressed at how many were following this blog and knew about all of our adventures here in Panama. A fun night of catching up, eating too much, enjoying some drinks, and cooling off in the pool under the stars.
And we've come to realize that while prices have gone up here in Panama they've gone up in the US too. One of the reasons we couldn't retire early and stay in Texas was because of the high cost of health insurance. When Clyde was working in the fire department the city supplemented his insurance premiums, but after retirement we'd have to pay the whole amount. Two years ago when he retired the after retirement premium would have been close to $1,000 for both of us. A recent increase of 26% would have that premium at $1,200 a month today! Here in Panama we pay just $200 a month for health insurance should anything major happen. But to see a local Panamanian, English speaking doctor we pay just $6.00, or a specialist for $30-$50.
Getting back to life in Panama this week we had to replenish groceries yesterday. First stop was a local "Mercado" in San Carlos where locals sell their produce. Tomatoes, onions, carrots, cabbage, bell peppers, green beans, bananas, two pineapples and garlic for the week was around $12.00. At the grocery store we picked up any additional produce like fresh spinach for 50 cents, endive or escarole for the same price and sweet potatoes. Clyde bought two large, whole chickens for around $5.00 each which he boiled up to have for lunches or quick meals for the week. Some corvina, a type of sea bass for around $2.00 a package (of three fillets), along with some ground beef for $3.00 a pound (prices range from 60 cents a pound here up to $4.00). Before heading home we stopped for lunch at the Caney Café, a restaurant attached to El Machetazo, the three-level grocery store we were at. Clyde and I shared a meal of chicken, mashed potatoes, beans and salad for around $4.50. We drank water which is provided free, and the local tap water is quite good. On a side note....El Machetazo is like Panama's version of Walmart. The first floor is home to groceries, toiletries, pet food, and the restaurant. Up the escalator for people, while our grocery cart rides a separate escalator for carts only to the next floor. The second floor is full of housewares, gifty items nicely displayed, cleaning supplies, crafts and fabric, clothing, shoes, instruments and musical equipment, party supplies, and baby stuff. The top floor has appliances, exercise equipment, school supplies, toys, hardware, garden and paint.
Our flight home was uneventful and boring since the plane offered no movies or Direct TV for entertainment. The meal was a chicken wrap, salad and brownie and we chatted with a US businessman coming here for a quick business trip to pass the time. We flew thru a brief thunder and lightning storm before landing safely in Tocuman International Airport.
Immediately upon walking outside of the overly air conditioned airport I actually felt my hair begin to frizz from the humidity. My frizzy head was filled with Spanish being spoken all around me as we waited for the shuttle to the parking lot. We were back on mañana time, as things moved slowly and no one seemed to be in a hurry.
A big thanks to everyone that welcomed us with open arms throughout our trip. For those that bought us meals, drinks, or allowed us into their homes we can't thank you enough for your hospitality and friendship. And especially for those that were willing to put up with us and let us stay with them, like Clyde's sister Donna in Kansas and our friends Ronny and Andrea in Texas.
Maybe just one of these days we'll find ourselves saying, "Bienvenidos a Panama," to some of you that venture out and come to visit us here in Panama.....along the gringo trail.