Accidental Double Date Weekend

On Sunday Eric decided he wanted to go for a drive.  Not really something we ever did in Raleigh, but we’ve been so happy to have our little Yaris after 8 weeks or so of walking and metroing and taxi-ing that it’s been nice to get out a little further.  He let me choose the destination, so I picked Ancon Hill (Cerro Ancon), which is the hill with the Panamanian flag on it that we can see from our living room window when we look towards the Canal.

The view of Ancon Hill from our window (on the left)

The view of Ancon Hill from our window (on the left) – you can kinda see the flag at the top to the left of the radio/cell towers.

The hill is 654 feet tall and overlooks the city.  It was under US jurisdiction until 1997 as part of the Canal Zone.  They say it’s not uncommon to see sloths, white-nosed coati (photo below), armadillos, tamarins (squirrel-sized monkey things), and deer on the hill.  I wanted to see a sloth.  We didn’t see anything.  They say orchids also grow on the hill, but it must not be the right season for that.

Anyway, my plan had been to drive as far as we were allowed up the hill because the path up is actually just a road.  However, we were stopped by a guard and told that it was too late in the day to drive up because it was dangerous for the folks who had walked to have cars flying around corners at twilight.  Understandable.  He told us it was a 15 minute walk to the top, which I doubted when I looked up at how far we had to go.  I wasn’t dressed for a hike – I was wearing a skirt, but hey, this was one of the dates I had planned in the book of dates that I made for Eric for Christmas, so why not, right?

 

After maybe 20 minutes at a brisk pace, we made it to the top – sorta – where we then proceeded to climb a ton of stairs to reach the real top…and from there there was a big hill up to see the Panamanian flag and another view.  Lots of levels.  Anyway, we had perfect timing.  We arrived just as the sun was setting.

We asked two police officers to take our picture with Casco Viejo in the background and didn’t realize until later that in the two photos we held opposite poses.  It made me giggle.

As we descended after taking all of the necessary photos, we heard an animal scurrying around through the trees.  The 8 year old little boy who was walking near us told me that it was probably a coati (or gato solo or…this thing has a million different names).  They look like this:

Pretty big for a rodent, huh?

Pretty big for a rodent, huh?

I wish we had seen it, but nope.  No luck.  We got to the bottom happy with our little outing, our unexpected little adventure.  Eric then made a great dinner using a new vegetable (to us) called a ñame.

You say potato, I say ñame.

You say potato, I say ñame.

It really is like a softer, mushier potato, kinda.  Maybe less starchy?  I’m not sure.  But when you peel it, there’s a kinda peachy-colored…um…skin maybe(?) underneath that is really pretty slimy.  You don’t have to take that part off I don’t think, but I did.  Then you get this really white color underneath that.  But if you let it sit for much time, it’ll turn peachy-brown, kinda like how apples turn brown if you let them sit after you peel or cut them.  Very interesting.  Eric boiled the pieces in chicken stock.  It was pretty good!  We ate it with hamburgers.  Yum.

The next day, so yesterday…last night I guess, we tried chayote for the first time.  It looks like a wrinkled green pepper on the outside:

Chayotes

But on the inside it’s solid, more like an avocado without a seed, but full of water.  Not juicy though.  Hard to explain.  Anyway, I cooked one of these with an onion and some fresh oregano that our Spanish teacher, Marianela, brought us yesterday, plus a little salt and pepper.  It really doesn’t have much taste on its own, but it picks up the taste of the foods around it.  Here’s what it looked like:

Chayote, onions, oregano

Chayote, onions, oregano

Chayote, onions, and steak

Chayote, onions, and steak

I’ve seen recipes for stuffed chayote, kinda like a stuffed pepper, with cheese, and also they often cut it into little cubes and mix it with hamburger meat and onions.  I can see that being pretty good.  My nutritionist (a series of visits mandated by my GI doc) has given me all kinds of do’s and don’ts, so we’re experimenting with new foods while trying to accommodate my new diet.  It’s interesting.  We’re learning a lot.

And while I’m on the topic of food, remember that typical Panamanian place where we kept going when Katie was here that was near our old apartment?  The one where the owner, Neli, was trying to set up the young Canadian guy with her daughter?  Well I finally took a picture of our dinner from there.  We still walk up there from time to time because it’s so good.

From Neli's

Oh!  So the managers of our building have hired people to paint the edges of our balconies, so we’ve had ropes hanging down the sides of the building for about two weeks now.  Since the place is all glass, you never know when you might have a guy hanging outside your window looking in and painting.  It’s pretty strange.  Plus, I can’t imagine doing that job!  I get dizzy just standing on our balcony sometimes.  Check this out:

No way would I do that.  I don’t think those ropes look very thick or strong, and it looks like he’s sitting on a scrap piece of plywood.  No thanks.

Today we had a new maid start working.  Her name is Miriam and she’s from Perú, but she worked in Italy for a while, so she speaks fluent Italian too.  She’s really nice and much less intimidating than Marta.  We’ll see how it goes.  I’m listening to my relaxing yoga type music and trying to be at ease with someone being in my house.  I need to be calm enough to get enough food and water in me to go to my second capoeira practice tonight.  And THEN…

WE’RE PICKING ADDIE UP FROM THE AIRPORT TONIGHT!  Please say a prayer for safe travel for her!  She should get in at 9:10 pm.  Our friend Jorge, the cab driver we met here last year, is taking us.  He has a friend at the airport who is going to help us with getting the paperwork done, so hopefully we can get her home safely tonight.  I’ll keep you updated.

Friday night’s Capoeira presentation, Saturday date night

There was some kind of big commerce exposition at the convention center nearby at the end of last week, and the capoeira group – CDO Panama, short for Cordao de Ouro, cord of gold, I believe – performed there.  We got there right at 8 when it was supposed to start, but things were running late, so we had the pleasure of seeing acts from other countries.

We saw a little of this:

Chinese fashion show

Chinese fashion show

 

a little of this:

Dances from another part of Panamá

Dances from another part of Panamá

and also this guy, who was Eric’s favorite:

He was probably all of 10 years old, and his buddy, wearing the same costume of pajamas and a big dragon head, was probably 5.

He was probably all of 10 years old, and his buddy, wearing the same costume of pajamas and a big dragon head, was probably 5.

I happened to sit down next to the girlfriend of one of the guys in CDO, so I got to chat with her, Ana, a little.  Finally, the capoeira performance began.  I didn’t know how the photography was going to go since I couldn’t really just stand in front of everyone for the best view, there were huge speakers on the front of the stage blocking half of the good moves, it was dark, they were moving fast, and there was a huge lit-up screen behind them.  None of these are elements that I’ve ever known how to deal with before.  Luckily Eric coached me through all of this during the other acts, so I was decently prepared (compared to how I would’ve been otherwise) by the time they went on.

I ended up taking almost 400 photos of their maybe 8-12 minute performance!  Don’t worry, I’ve paired it down quite a bit for y’all.  Here are a few of my favorites.  The white girl flying through the air is Jessie, the one I said is from the DC area originally.  The guy with the braids/dreads (and doing the crazy handstand) is the leader of the group.  His nickname is Mono, or monkey (again, racial issues are different here), and he is engaged to the beautiful girl playing the drum and singing.  The other guy flying through the air is Juan Pablo, the boyfriend of Ana, the girl I was sitting with as we watched this.  In case you care about all of these relationships.  🙂  The one playing the tambourine is the one who I think is named Moíses and who was with me in the roda for my first time.

Incredible, huh?  I talked to a few of them afterwards and was greeted with hugs and besos.  All of them seemed glad that I had come and were excited that I had taken pictures.  Mono added me to their facebook group today, so I’ve posted a few of the photos for them.

So – changing gears – for Christmas I gave Eric a scrapbook type thing full of date ideas for us for 2015.  At the point when I made it, I wasn’t sure if we would be in Raleigh or in Panama b/c of CB, so it has ideas for both places.  Last night we tried out our first official date from the book.  We went to a restaurant called Market.  You can check it out here.  It pretty much caters to Americans, but it’s known for having really great steaks and hamburgers.  It is owned by this one restaurant group that has three restaurants in the area that are all supposed to be really good – kinda an Ashley Christensen kinda thing for you Raleighites (Raleighians?).

I had the corvina (typical Panamanian fish) and yuca and it was AMAZING.  Best food I’ve had in months.  Doesn’t it look delicious!?

A-MAZ-ING!

A-MAZ-ING!

Here are a few other pictures from our night out:

Of course after not being able to watch the three previous games of the ACC Tourney, the Heels wolfpacked all over themselves when I did get to watch.  I take full responsibility for the loss.  Ugh.  Notre Dame?  Really?  Better than some others, I guess, but jeez.  I still am learning to accept Miami and Virginia Tech into the ACC.  The Irish are too much.

This morning I interviewed a potential empleada and we really liked her.  She wants full time work, but we don’t need it, so we offered to let her start here knowing that she’d be looking for full time work elsewhere.  Since we have the windows open all the time, EVERYTHING is covered with dust and dirt.  It gets really gross really quickly.  Eric learned his lesson about walking around barefoot yesterday when his feet were black after about 30 minutes.  We couldn’t tell if his feet were making the floor dirtier or vice versa.  Gross.

We’ve also heard that during the rainy season, you have to leave your drawers and closets open so mold and fungus doesn’t grow on your clothes and especially in leather shoes.  Ah, the tropics!  It ain’t all glamor.

Capoeira! (No, it’s not a curse word.)

I haven’t written this week (after pelting you with a million posts last week) because most of what we’ve been doing is working and having Spanish lessons – a total of 24 hours of Spanish lessons in fact.  We decided yesterday, after Eric got caught not doing his homework AGAIN, that we would cut down to just three days a week.  This way we’ll have time to study and do homework on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I think it’s a good idea.

Since Eric has been doing a good job of running, I finally got out to the pool and, 85 year old woman that I am, started running laps in the pool.  Even though it’s a bazillion degrees outside, the water is FREEZING cold.  I don’t understand how that works.  I know that none of you feel sorry for me, and I wouldn’t either if I were you.  That’s fair.  It’s fun though.  No one seems to use the pool, so I’ve had it all to myself.  I’m wondering if there is such thing as a waterproof iPod (I know, it’s called a waterproof iPhone case…jeez, who has an iPod anymore?).  This is the type of brilliant thought I have on my “runs.”

On an evening stroll along the Cinta Costera.

On an evening stroll along the Cinta Costera.

I also found a Capoeira group that meets maybe two blocks from our apartment in a gazebo (I guess that’s what you’d call it) along the Cinta Costera.  What is Capoeira, you ask?  Good question.  I’ll turn to wiki for this one:  “Capoeira is a Brazilian martial art that combines elements of dance, acrobatics and music, and is sometimes referred to as a game.  It was developed in Brazil mainly by African descendants with native Brazilian influences . . . .  It is known for quick and complex moves, using mainly power, speed, and leverage for a wide variety of kicks, spins, and highly mobile techniques.”  In two words I would call it “incredible” and “hard.”  If you want to see an example of what it looks like, click here for a video.  The video is 6 min long, but you only need to watch for a few seconds to get the idea.

I took one class in Durham maybe 7 years ago and could barely walk for a week afterwards.  I never went back b/c I was so embarrassed by the idea of showing up so weak and broken for the second class.  I just figured it was something that I could never do.  I’m not saying that won’t happen again.  I’m hoping it won’t, but as an ENFP (Myers-Briggs, anyone?), I’m not known for sticking things out for long.  I gotta say, though, the idea of it is stuck deep in my mind.

I’m getting ahead of myself…

So for some reason I decided to search for a Capoeira group in Panama.  As fate would have it and as I already said, I can see the place where they meet from our balcony.  No excuse for not trying it out.  After emailing the contact guy, nicknamed “Árabe,” or “Arab,” (the sense of humor and ideals of racism are completely different here, but that’s another post), I was assured that new folks were welcome.  As luck would have it, Spanish class was cancelled for Thursday, so Eric was able to walk down to the gazebo/pavillion thing with me at 6 pm.

The scariest part was probably walking up to a group of about 8 people all gathered, greeting each other with hugs, talking, and saying (in Spanish, of course), “Hi, I’m Julie.  I emailed Árabe the other day about coming to class today.”  They were all immediately really nice and inviting.  I was introduced around, and I chatted a little with folks until class started.

*I’ll go ahead and warn you that the photos from this class are horribly fuzzy.  Just know that I’m the one in the white tank top and black capri pants.  I asked Eric if he would take some pictures with his phone, but he told me he felt weird about it.  Only after we got home did he tell me he had taken all of these!  I was so excited to have them, even if they are super fuzzy.

Árabe had warned me that it would be a bit of a strange class since they were preparing for a presentation at a big commerce exposition at a convention center in town the following night (last night, Friday the 13th).  We started out with some basic stretching.  We then moved into maybe 40 minutes of crossing from one side of the building to the other in various ways – first on hands and feet like a monkey, then crab-walking, then eventually building up to doing the “ginga,” the basic movement in capoeira, and into some kicks, blocks, handstands, and cartwheels.  Obviously I didn’t succeed at all the moves.  Actually I had to sit a few of them out because I was absolutely exhausted and overheated.

Throughout all of this, however, everyone was really encouraging.  Some people told me they were impressed that I was doing so well on my first night.  Others told me it was fine to take breaks.  Others recommended that I stretch and walk around a little.  When I jumped back in to try difficult moves that I knew I’d look ridiculous trying, the more advanced folks would come to the back of the line beside me, show me again how it was done, and encourage me along.  Overall, I was amazed at what a wonderful group of people they were.

Next, they practiced for their presentation.  This part was incredible.

The whole group - Cordao de Ouro Panama

The whole group – Cordao de Ouro Panama

Expo practice 2

I wish I could upload the video I took of them here, but it’s too big a file.  I guess I should put it on youtube or something.  This one girl from DC who has lived in Panama for two years is just incredible.  You should see her aerials and flips and all kinds of crazy stuff.

After they practiced, they gathered in a circle and invited me to join them.  I soon realized they were having a roda, which is when everyone stands in a circle singing, clapping, some playing instruments, while people take turns playing capoeira inside the circle.  All the songs are in Portuguese, so I did a lot of clapping.  I also studied the movements, trying to figure out what I might possibly be able to do someday.  It’s just an amazing thing to be a part of (a roda, that is), even if just for one night, even if you’re just clapping and watching.

After a while, I realized that everyone had taken their turn except for me.  I wasn’t sure whether I would be exempt, given that I didn’t know anything, or if I would called upon to give it a try, as a sort of initiation.  As it turns out, it was the latter.  One of the guys I had chatted with a bit, named Giovanny, offered himself up as a partner, but then another guy, I think named Moíses, took his place, I think because he was a more senior guy and was acting as a teacher for me.  It was interesting – I would normally be really embarrassed because I had no idea what to do – but I at least knew how to ginga, and we had practiced a few kicks and a block.  So I smiled through it, gave things a try, and just gave in to the facts that 1) everyone knew it was my first time, and 2) each of them had a first time too.  Moíses was also very helpful in that he would duck, thereby suggesting that I kick, or he would pat his leg, suggesting that he was going to kick and I should duck.  Before I knew it, it was over, and I had survived.  I thanked Moíses later, and he gave me a big smile and a kiss on the cheek.  He seemed proud that I gave it a go.

So grateful that Eric got these shots.

So grateful that Eric got these shots.

First roda 2

All in all, an absolutely exhausting, but very rewarding first day.  I am scared to post this and have you all read it because I’m afraid that I won’t last long.  Most of y’all know that I tend to get really excited about things….for a few days.  I hope I can stick with this one.  It’s a matter of reminding myself that I’m not a master of this.  I can sit down or take a break when I need to.  It’s okay that I can’t do amazing moves.  It’s okay that my ginga looks funny.  It’s okay that I will likely get heat stroke during the first 15 min of one of the practices.  I just need to not let my pride get the best of me.

We went to the presentation last night to support them and continue to try to make friends, but this has already been a long post, so I’ll save that for another day.  I took about 400 photos!  I’ve narrowed them down to 235, but I’m going to keep cutting it down before I hand them a flash drive of a bazillion pictures.  And don’t worry, I’ll only post a few here!

Also GO HEELS!!!!!!!!!!