Sunday, January 6, 2013

Making Kids Feel Like Kings......

Today in Panamá is the Feast of Three Kings, a day to remember the three wise men that brought gifts for baby Jesus.  But instead of kings we gringos took over the roles of kings and handed out gifts to local handicapped children.



The Food Baskets are ready

Our Special "Elf"

Terry ready to give out more crowns

Louise and a special friend

Terry handing out a food basket



This annual event was organized by CASA (Coronado Area Social Association) as a way to give something back to the community.  Louise and her staff at CASA raised money though a spaghetti dinner, craft fair and Christmas party. A local branch of Mailboxes Etc. donated bags to hold the food items.  Other businesses and individuals joined forces to donate goods.  Together they filled 75 bags with well needed food items for families with handicapped children and adults.  Clyde and I along with a handful of other expats had the honor of handing out these bags to deserving families.




A local activist named Maribel hosted the event at her home.  She invited needy families and those with handicapped kids to join in the festivities.  With the help of a local church group, she provided lunch to the crowd along with ice cream. The children received donated candy and toys before presenting them with the food bags, fresh fruit and a wrapped gift.  Louise and a few of her crafty friends designed crowns out of construction paper, and adorned them glitter, stars, stickers, jewels, and gems.  The crowns made the kids feel like kings and queens while they lived a life of luxury for just a short time.

Some Very Special Kids!! 


Thank You to our special "Elf"

Louise took lots of photos at last years event and presented some of the kids with their own picture today.  What a joy to see their faces light up as they saw their own likeness in  the photo.  These kids are too poor to have Internet or cameras and probably don't get to see themselves in print too often.

We were rewarded with big smiles, hugs and many thank yous for the simple gifts we provided.  How delightful to be part of something so special and be able to give back just a little.  Perhaps this opened our eyes to the opportunities around us and the need for volunteers willing to get involved.

Those of us from North American are so fortunate to have been blessed with so much that surely we can spare just a little to help out those in need. And just maybe it will make Panamanians  think differently of us foreigners invading their country.  Regardless of color, race, or nationality we all come together in this melting pot called Panamá....along the gringo trail.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Good Manners Knows No Boundaries.....

Good manners are everlasting, have no boundaries, and are not limited by time, space, nationality or language.  They transcend from one country to another, translate well into any language, aren't lost with age, gender, or by the amount of money in one's bank account. Yet as simple as they are, they're also so simple to overlook.

As gringo minorities living among foreign people we try even harder to treat the locals with the respect they deserve, and expect the same.  Today after our Spanish lesson in the gringo-land of Coronado we stopped at a grocery store.  As today appears to be some sort of payday for the locals, the lines were long in the store.  Since we had only two items, a pineapple and some bananas we made our way into a line with a sign that read "15 or menos," meaning 15 or less.  The Panamanian woman in front of us had a cart full of groceries.  With another women standing beside her I assumed she was going to play the old game of dividing up the groceries between them.  This according to some would make it ok to take up space in the quick checkout, while others waited behind.  We patiently waited our turn just as a women in front of the 15 plus culprit decided she'd forgotten something.  She moved herself out of the line and went back to pick up something else.  Upon her return she found herself behind us and started explaining in Spanish that she had been in line and should be allowed to go in front of us since she only had two items.  Quickly we showed her that we too only had two items, and made no attempt to allow her to move ahead of us.  Perhaps if she had said prior to leaving the line that she needed to run and get something, and asked us to hold her spot, that would have been different.  Ok not that we would have understood all of that with our limited knowledge of Spanish, but she could have tried.

Good manners, etiquette, common sense or whatever you want to call it, is a necessary part of life no matter where you live, or who you are.  We see gringos here in restaurants sometimes treating the waitstaff as lower class citizens.  Still others tip them excessive amounts of extra money, flaunting their wealth.  All of us gringos that live in foreign countries stand out in the crowd and those that flaunt their riches or wealth are targets for crime.  Some of the restaurants here add a small tip on to the bill making it something the server automatically gets, and is not based on the quality of service they provided.  Understandably the locals make little money compared to the U.S. or Canada and should be rewarded for good service, especially since we gringos can afford to throw an extra dollar their way.

There is a misconception among the locals that all gringos that have moved to Panamá have extra money to throw around.  After all we surely must have an abundance of money if we could afford to move here?  As we make friends with Panamanians along the way we mention this simple fact.  Some are shocked to hear that we moved here because we don't have much money.  Other's are under the assumption that everything is better in the U.S.  We assure them that not everything is better but everything is more expensive.  Yes, we Americans make more money but we also spend more, borrow more, live more lavishly and want everything now.  Even our Canadian friends here tell us that they weren't able to borrow money and have extensive lines of credit like us Americans.

A friend of ours met up with another gringo new to Panamá in a local restaurant.  The newcomer left the waitress a 40% tip whereas most locals don't tip at all.  Those of us that live here usually leave a 10-15% tip more like we did in the states.  Next our friend took the man to a local bar where he quickly made friends with the Panamanians.  He proceeded to flaunt his riches by buying drinks for about 30 of his "new friends" in the local bar. 

We chatted with a visiting family recently who had trouble with their rental car.  After the car broke down they took a cab back to their hotel, a fifteen minute drive and gave the cab driver $40.00.  Taxi's are cheap here and prices are compiled by "zone" without the use of meters.  A driver will be able to tell you upon entering the cab how much the ride will cost.  These people never asked how much the cost of the ride was but instead just handed the driver an overly high amount of cash, and even asked if that was enough.  By the way the taxi ride should have cost a lot less and this taxi driver probably now assumes that gringos are rich and have extra money to throw around.


My point here comes back to that old Golden Rule of "do unto others."  That way of being we've had pounded into our heads from infancy that we should treat other people the way we'd like them to treat us.  This simple little rule has spanned decades, withstood the test of time and applies to every human being alive today.  As we make new friends here in Panamá we try to leave with them a good impression of North Americans.  We hope they find us to be warm, friendly, sincere, fun, and poor just like them, as we meet up....along the gringo trail.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Colorful Explosions In The Sky.....

It began around 11:45 pm on New Years Eve in Panama City.  We watched from the rooftop terrace of our hotel El Parador after cooling off in the rooftop pool.  And then precisely at midnight the sky around us exploded into a kaleidoscope of color.  Loud explosive, rainbows of light filled the night sky, enveloping the metropolitan skyline with sparks.  The colorful bombs were bursting from everywhere.  They were shot off from balconies in highrises, the street below, rooftops and boats.  Our heads were spinning as we took in the panoramic spectacle of color, not knowing where to look first. The constant pounding of explosive fireworks, one on top of the other that went on for an hour or more.


This small video shows how
Big the fireworks were



This one of poor quality shows
fireworks from different locations




Since we found our way to the rooftop early for a swim we secured a table and chairs for our stuff.  After all what's New Years Eve without a few drinks so we brought a small cooler, a few bottles and some snacks.  A few minutes before midnight a young woman wearing the tiniest shorts ever with high heels, walked up to our table.  She pushed over our stuff and spread out six or more plastic cups while her husband opened a bottle of champagne.  We were standing a few feet away and I told Clyde to go say something.  As we walked over to our table the young man with her reached into our bag and pulled out our bottle of rum.  Fortunately, the floozy in the short shorts stopped him and she did say "perdone" to us in Spanish.  We offered them two of the four chairs but held our ground as to the rest of the space which we claimed as ours.  This young couple had several kids with them along with an older man that must have been one of their fathers.  The seemed to be speaking German to each other and one of the kids screamed in German throughout the evening.  Eventually they went away and we found some visiting gringos to chat with, after the fireworks ended. 

Our bodies made their way back to the room and into bed around 2am.  We put in our earplugs to protect our sleep from any further fireworks or other sounds of partying.  As tired as we were we slept well until 8am when the hotel chamber-maid pounded on the door.  Even in the higher priced hotels here, the staff wants to get in and clean the rooms early, and they're pushy about it too.  After a knock or two they put their key in the door and try to come in.  Clyde yelled to her and told her to come back later.  So about an hour later she knocked again but this time he told her "two more hours."  The hotels here don't seem to have those "do not disturb" signs so common in U.S. hotels but I think we need to make our own and take it with us next time.

On New Years Day with businesses closed and the city so deserted, it was a good time to explore.  Clyde wanted to find this park he'd read about and found it without much fuss.  Omar Torrijos Herrera Parque Recreativo y Cultura, started out as Panama City's first golf course in 1940.  Today it's a premier spot for fitness buffs and families to enjoy. The park contains miles of trails for walking, jogging, biking or even rollerblading.  With a  baseball field, soccer field, tennis courts, swimming pool, go carts and children's playgrounds throughout, it offers something for everyone.  It's also home to the country's largest library along with a religious shrine.  Snow cone vendors were scattered throughout the park and food vendors lined the entrance.  The park was nicely decorated for Christmas and it would have been lovely to see at night, with all of the lights turned on.

Panama Skyline above the play park area

Covered Gazebo decorated for Christmas

The Angel above the Manger Scene

Permanent Religious Statue

Thought these crosses were nice
on the sidewalk leading to the statue


As we drove into Panama City earlier in the day, the streets were filled with an eerie silence.  The usual grid-lock, bumper to bumper traffic scene was non-existent.  Just a few stay cars on the roads here and there made for a pleasant drive.

We drove through the city of La Chorrera on the way to Panama City and stopped at a grocery store. Lines were long and snaked through the aisles to the back of the store. Quickly we decided we didn't need anything that badly, since we only wanted a few snacks for later that night.  Another store along the way seemed less packed so we stopped for a few things. 

My impatient husband found the shortest checkout line and planted himself in it.  Just as he was about to put his few items down on the conveyor belt, a Panamanian woman walked up from behind with a cart full of groceries.  She joined up with an elderly women, perhaps her mama, that was apparently put in the line to hold her place while the daughter kept shopping. Clyde said something in Spanish asking her if she was in line, and of course she said "yes" with a big smile.  I could hear Clyde's blood boiling but he let it go and stepped back. I suggested that maybe he should tell her off in English to get if off his chest.  But some things are better off left unsaid, because after all she might understand English and then things would have become ugly.

One final stop at Price Smart for a few things where the lines weren't too long.  While standing in line I noticed every Panamanian walking by with two, three even four large fruitcakes in their arms or carts.  Was the store giving these things away?  Or perhaps fruit cake was a necessary item to have to ensure happiness in the New Year?  So I went over to the table nearby that store clerks were filling with fruit cakes.  The store employees barely had time to  put the price stickers on them and put them on the display table before customers grabbed them.  The price of $5.49 seemed reasonable so I picked up a cake to buy.  As I walked off with it, I realized the bottom still felt warm like they'd recently come out of the oven.  The smell of fresh baked, warm fruit cake crawled out of the container and into my nose.  I convinced myself that eating healthy would not be on the agenda for tonight, since after all it was a holiday.  But then again this cake contained dried fruit which surely must give it some good nutritional value, you would think?

Anyway, off to the hotel where Clyde paid only $35 for the room, which included breakfast and free Internet.  The typical cost of $70 was discounted 50% with our pensionado status, a benefit that we just adore.  After getting settled and relaxing for a while, we went out looking for dinner.  Not sure that anything would be open in what looked like a ghost town, I thought for a minute we might be eating fruit cake for dinner.  But there were a few restaurants nearby open and we enjoyed an Italian dinner at Pomodoro, a well known place around these parts.

After leaving the tranquility of Panama City, something quite uncommon here, we crossed the bridge into the interior.  Usually traffic slows down once the city is behind us, but today being New Years Day was different.  Since we live near the beaches we drove in heavy traffic all the way home.  This is the beginning of summer, school vacations and family outings.  Traffic on the highway this time of year is usually heavy as the locals head to their weekend homes near the beaches and mountains for family fun.

We made it home by early afternoon just in time for some lunch.  An afternoon nap was needed after being up so late the night before.  I enjoyed some alone time in the hammock outside while Clyde crashed in a recliner inside.  Another holiday comes to an end as we get back to life as usual....along the gringo trail.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

A Push Button Hotel...Another First In Panamá

As our car turned into the driveway we made our way past thick, lush, flowering hedges festively decorated with Christmas lights.  Once at the end we were faced with a row of garage doors to our right.  Each was topped with the word "suite" and a room number.  Clyde turned the car into one of the dark garages as we noticed the sign on the wall which read "$28 por dos horas."  We stepped out of the car and Clyde pressed the door bell-like button on the wall.  This caused. the garage door to close with us inside, and apparently sounded an  alarm inside letting them know a guest had arrived.  Then he pulled out the cash and inserted it through the slot in the door.

El Romance
open 24 hours!



Christmas time at "El Romance"

The sound of foot steps could be heard on the other side of the door as the money disappeared and we heard the door unlock.  A voice on the other side said "adelante," which means "come in" (go forward) in Spanish.  Clyde pushed open the door and we had to giggle, as we were about to have our first experience in a "Push Button Hotel," cleverly named "El Romance."

High Tech method of
paying

Hotels like this are throughout the country and offer a totally private, anonymous, secret getaway.  With even the car concealed behind closed doors there's no chance to get caught, unless you're seen driving into the place.  An ideal spot for lovers looking for a romantic getaway?  Or maybe Mom and Dad  trying to have some alone time away from the kids?  Possibly even a tired traveler looking for a place to nap?  Or on the sleazier side perhaps a husband or wife sneaking out for an torrid affair?

They must have gone up in price recently


What I expected to find was a sleazy, dirty room with mirrors on the ceiling, a vibrating bed, and tacky furnishings.  But what we found was completely the opposite.

We walked into a sitting room with an old, worn, fake leather couch to our left. Next to it was a small refrigerator with snacks on top and a coffee table in front.  The fridge was stocked with beer, wine, water and sodas just like a cash bar in any hotel. 

The "Sitting Area"


To the side of the living area was a room with a two-person, sapphire blue Jacuzzi and decorative tile around it.  The floor around the tub was tiled with pretty blue and white shiny tiles.  Back in the main room we could see a bathroom to the right with a tiled shower, sink and commode.  A large arch beautifully adorned with blue tile welcomed us into the bedroom.  A king-sized platform bed was simply dressed in pristine white sheets where towels wrapped in a plastic bags sat on top.  Two night stands sat on either side of the bed and the wall to the left was neatly mirrored.  A flat screen television was perched high on the wall in case the guests had spare time to watch a football game after the fun was over.

Actually had HOT water!


Since this was a spur of the moment, spontaneous side trip we had nothing with us to drink and Clyde decided to order room service.  He picked up the phone and asked the woman on the other end for two rum and coke's.  Within minutes we heard a tap on an inside door which meant that our drinks had arrived.  Clyde opened the little window, took out the drinks and put the money in before closing the little door.  This totally anonymous type of room service cost him $5.00 for two drinks.  After spending such big bucks on a two hour room and drinks I assumed he was looking for some romance.

An anonymous way to receive your drinks
you never see anyone

Nice King Sized Bed

To take advantage of all the room had to offer we started with a shower, then slid into the hot tub built for two.  I'll spare you the rest of the details, but when our two hours was up the phone rang a melodic tune.  Clyde picked it up and was told that our time was up.  We showered and dressed quickly before collecting our belongings.  Before leaving the room he called the office on the phone to let them know we were leaving and they could check the room.  Once outside in the closed garage with our car we waited patiently as the staff checked the room and made sure that we paid for anything we'd taken out of the cash bar. Once they were done they opened up the garage door for us and we were free to leave.

Shower for Two

We drove off with a smile knowing that we'd successfully completed yet another first here in Panamá.  Our first experience in a Push Button Hotel felt a bit naughty, but offered some innocent fun for two romantic, crazy gringos....along the gringo trail.

On our way home, we had our way blocked
by these kids never figured out where they
were heading, perhaps Christmas Caroling?

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