More Parises in Panamá

Eric’s parents flew in on Wednesday, November 4th, right after our Flag Day/NC BBQ party and stayed until the following Tuesday, November 10th. We started off our visit with a trip to Casco Viejo on Thursday even though it’s way too hot to do that around lunch time.  Although the purpose of the outing was to show Susan and Ed the area, point out the building that was featured in Quantum of Solace, and grab some lunch, Eric and I ended up finding a mola (traditional textile art form of the Kuna people here in Panamá made using a reverse appliqué) that we both really liked.  We decided months ago that it would be nice to find a piece of art at some point to commemorate our time here, but we just hadn’t found anything that we loved.  Susan recognized that it was a meaningful moment and she and Ed generously offered to give us the mola as a Christmas gift!

I’ll spare you the details of my feeble attempts to negotiate with this 4 foot-nothing hard-as-nails Kuna woman.  Point is, in the end, we came away with this beautiful mola.  Gorgeous work, none of the corner cutting appliqué that you often see in the touristy areas like the little market we were in, 4 or 5 layers of fabric, beautiful colors…we love it.  Thank you so much, Ed and Susan!

IMG_6533

The woman told us that her sister-in-law Raquel had made it and that she had worked on it for a year.  Now, who knows if that’s true, but when you look at all the tiny stitching all done by hand and see how these things are made (by starting with as many full pieces of cloth as there are colors, then cutting away the parts that you don’t want until you get down to the color layer that you want to show, if that makes sense), I believe that it’s possible for it to take someone that long.  I’m choosing to believe that there is a woman named Raquel who put a year’s worth of work into our beautiful piece.  And I’m grateful to her.

After a nice lunch of ceviche and various other seafoods and rice, Eric and his parents headed off to the Canal while I went to capoeira practice at the Canal Administration building.  But…there was actually something new at the Canal!  I missed out!  There’s a new movie there instead of the same old 3-D one that says that the new locks will be completed by 2014.  (FYI – they’re now scheduled to be open around March or April 2016).  Never fear though, my cousin Branson gets here this Friday so I’ll have another chance to go see it.

At the Canal!

At the Canal!

As an aside, Jennifer Paris, Eric’s brother’s wife, texted me on Sunday morning to let me know that she and Ray, Eric’s brother, are planning to come down for a visit in January!  They found incredible prices on plane tickets and we urged them to book them the same day.  We are so thrilled that they’ll be able to join us!!!  Jennifer and I are already planning to go out dancing…and Ray and Eric are already planning to sit on bar stools with a couple of Balboas (Panamanian beers).  Perfect.

So anyway, on Friday we got in the car for the two hour drive up to the mountain town of El Valle de Antón, which I’ve mentioned several times before.  We rented a gorgeous house there with three bedrooms, three baths (too many, but hey, we got a good deal), a pool, a sauna, an outdoor shower that was lovely even though it had no hot water, an outdoor hot tub, an extra out-building for…I dunno…probably meditating or something because the whole house had Buddhist decor and random scented oils and whatnot.  Did that sound religist?  (like racist, but with religion?)  I can’t decide.  I didn’t like the way I said that, but I’m not sure why.  I’m not saying that it was weird, just distinctive.  And there were definite Buddhist aspects, but also miscellaneous other I’m-trying-to-create-a-peaceful-atmosphere aspects.  Does that make sense?

One of the non-theme conformative aspects of the decor was the GIANT EIFFEL TOWER built out of wine corks!!!  A fun surprise – perfect for a PARIS family getaway.  I know the rest of the family is used to the name, but it’s still new and fun to me.

IMG_2776

There were also three dogs and a cat who lived on the property.  They freely entered and left the house as we left the doors open for the mountain breeze.  Luckily, we’re all dog people.  The tiny rat looking one was Rhett, a huge pingpong ball fan.  Very smart, despite the look on his face.  Ed renamed him Fetcher.  The brown one on the couch was Gigi, but I called her Princess because of her affinity for her place on the couch under the chandelier.  The big white one was Gray…or Tripper, as she came to be called.

Gray/Tripper took to laying on the floor in the middle of the huge kitchen.  As we prepared lunch on Saturday, I tripped over her a couple of times, as she blended in with the rug on the floor and was, well, sprawled out in the middle of the floor.  Anyway, I obviously should’ve asked the silly doggie to move because Susan soon followed in my clumsy footsteps.  She, however, went down and hit her head on the refrigerator.  Ouch.  Not fun.  She’s a trooper though, so after a few minutes of sitting on the floor with frozen veggies on her knee and forehead, she recovered and we went hiking!

Eric and I decided to show Ed and Susan the short waterfall hike that we did with Angela and Ashley when they were here several months back.  It also has a zipline through the trees that would be fun to try someday.

After that, we hit up the small zoo in town.  Actually, for the size of the town, the zoo is pretty big.  We had been told that we should remember that many of these animals are rescues, so if we thought their conditions were poor, we should think that it was better that they be there than dead.  Uplifting, right?  Well, like many things Panamá, it was best to go in with low expectations.  I was prepared to be horrified by this place, but I ended up really enjoying it.  There were turtles, crocodiles, monkeys, random giant rodents whose names I can’t remember, tons of parrots and toucans, leopards, an ocelot (Archer fans?  Anyone?  It was awesome.), and a few tapirs.  If you don’t know what a tapir is, they’re worth looking up.  Think of a giant hog/hippo body with an elephant head, cute but giant pig feet, rhino ears and an anteater nose.  Super cool.

Ed made friends with a monkey who was hanging right on the edge of his cage.  He touched his hand and even was close enough for long enough to inspect his fingerprints!

After the zoo, we grabbed much needed showers (coyotes are REALLY stinky if you leave them alone for too long) and headed to La Casa de Lourdes, our favorite restaurant in El Valle.  Y’all have seen pics of it before b/c we went there with both Angela and Ashley and with Sarah and Dan.  This was the first time we went for dinner.  Eric was excited to introduce his dad to the “Christmas ham” (a giant piece of pork), and I got my regular corvina.

Susan and I took a walk up through the hydrangea bushes to see the view of the building from above while the boys finished their hams.  On our way, we saw a couple of frogs perched on the side of the pool.  With my encouragement, Susan scared one of them (nothing evil, plus she felt guilty afterwards.  Blame me.) and he jumped into the pool!  This is probably one of those really boring stories in writing so I’ll cut it short, but we ended up getting both frogs in the pool and watching them swim the length of it.  Very fun for some reason.  I enjoyed it.

We ended both evenings in El Valle with the same board game…Terra Mystica.  Yep, just as cool as it sounds.  🙂  Just kidding, Eric.  I love you!

Monday was dedicated to a trip from the Pacific to the Atlantic then back again.  We drove from Panamá City to Colón, checking out the locks on the Atlantic side of the Canal on our way.  It was actually pretty cool because they had made a lot of progress on the new bigger locks since the last time we had been there.  We got to drive across where one set of gates will be when they open, something no one will ever get to do again once they start working.  Really cool.

I dropped Susan, Ed, and Eric off at the train station in Colón and drove home while they took the train back along the Canal, something Susan had been excited about doing.  It’s been fun to see how each set of guests have wanted to do something a little different from every other visitor we’ve had.  This place sure has a lot to offer!

Íntimo dinner y Life Warriors Graduation

Why the egg picture?  I took it last week and I like it.  That’s all.

On Friday night, Eric and I treated ourselves to a wonderful dinner at a place called Íntimo Restaurante (Intimate).  Eric had heard about it though a New York Times article and decided we needed to try it out.  Good call.  It was 11 courses of amazingness.  Our favorites were black beans with local cheese and buttermilk topped with tiny pieces of watermelon and some sort of flavor that we had never tasted before, a spinach leaf with coconut rice and a banana slice topped with some kind of brown amazingness sauce, and then Eric loved the rabbit and lamb.  The idea of eating tiny cute animals bothers me when I think about it too much, so he gladly ate my portions.

We happened to end up at the Chef’s Table, which really meant the bar.  Sneaky trick, huh?  The place is tiny, so it looks like they put all couples at the bar.  This also placed us next to a couple celebrating their 33rd wedding anniversary by having the 11 courses paired with 11 (heavy handedly poured) drinks.  They were already quite talkative by the time we arrived…for better or worse.  Steve and Karen (not the Whitings, our dear friends who read scripture at our wedding), we learned, had lived in seven different countries and had most recently escaped from Indiana.  Steve alerted Eric to the presence of a liquor store that sells bourbon and offered to take him out there, so Eric may have found a friend.

The next day, Eric went on a tour of an Embera village on the other side of the country while I went to a graduation ceremony for a girls’ empowerment group that a friend of mine has been leading.  Eric joined our friend and neighbor Stella, her family from Sweden, and our neighbors from Colombia.  He enjoyed the tour and said he even danced with one of the women from the village!  I was glad to hear it.  Apparently this is a town of 48 people.  They have their own school (pictured below).  Giving these tours is their main source of income.  Very interesting.

Meanwhile, I went to Casco Viejo (the old city) to support my friend Jessie and the girls she has been working with for the past several months.  Jessie formed a group called Las Guerreras de la Vida, or Life Warriors.  Every Saturday morning, these 10-12 year old girls meet with Jessie to do an hour of capoeira and/or self-defense.  They then spend an hour discussing life goals, working on their self-esteem, etc.  I went to the class a few months ago to take photos, and it was really cool to see how much the girls had progressed since then.

The girls first shared with us some of their goals and how they planned to achieve them.  I managed to keep my mouth shut when many of them said they wanted to be lawyers.  🙂  They then practiced some of their self-defense moves (shouting “No!”  It was awesome!).  Lastly, there was a roda, and many folks from my capoeira group (CDO) participated.  I love it when CDO joins up with the kids’ groups.  It’s so cool to see how much they are capable of…kids are so flipping bend-y!  The backbends that these girls can do blow my mind.  They just fold in half.

Jessie gave out certificates and prizes, then we had cake.  Overall, it was a great time.  The parents were proud and taking photos, our group was happy and very proud of Jessie’s work, and Jessie’s mom was able to be there, with tears in her eyes the whole time.  Just a really beautiful event.

Afterwards a couple of friends (including Auri and her daughter Vicky from one of the photos above) came over and we played Pictionary next to the pool.  Vicky is working on her English, so she made a deal with Eric that she would speak English if he would speak Spanish.  It worked out pretty well!  Moisés, who you may remember from past posts as a former CDO guy and a dear friend who we don’t see nearly enough, paid us a visit too.  All in all a very nice night.

Yesterday was very relaxing.  I capped it off with a short run and a nice talk with one of the guys who works on his fútbol juggling skills in the same place where I train capoeira.  Actually, it’s more than juggling…there’s a huge acrobatic element to it.  These guys add handstands and handsprings and all kinds of things in.  They definitely have some of the requisite skills down for capoeira.  It was cool to talk to him about his journey from playing soccer on a team to getting injured to finding this group of guys and discovering his love for this new activity, particularly after knowing him by sight for several months but never talking.

Exciting activity coming up this week…stay tuned!!!

The Shining

Matty’s Visit – Part II

After our little outing to the soccer game and to the discoteca/bar afterwards, I chatted with some folks at capoeira practice about the game.  I mentioned that we went out nearby afterwards, and since the stadium is not in the most savory area in town, they wanted to know where we had gone.  When I told them the place was called La Birra, they were all shocked!  Apparently the place is infamous…for what exactly, I’m not sure, but they were surprised that we (read: Matty) had made such a splash at this place.  I was proud.

Matty and Eric were happy to spend most of Saturday watching college football, courtesy of some kind of Roku magic.  That night, we decided to finally check out Trump Tower.  I know, I know, a rather political decision in this day and age, but really, it’s a big famous building here and we hadn’t seen it, so it was time to check it out.  Unfortunately for Matty, who again is from Texas, the nice restaurant in the building is called Tejas.  Oops, sorry Matty.  Luckily for him though, it’s not a Tex-Mex place.  It actually doesn’t even have a stereotypical Texas theme.  Not a single horseshoe in sight.  NO idea why they named it that.  Decent food.  Not fabulous, but decent.

Tejas, Trump Tower

Next, we met up with our friend Moisés at a bar in the same building.  You may remember Moi as the first guy to invite me into the roda at my first capoeira practice.  Sadly, for many reasons that I don’t fully understand, he left our group about 6 weeks ago, and I don’t think there’s much luck that we’ll convince him to come back.  Very sad.

Anyway, I think we were the only patrons at Tejas even though it was a Saturday, so we moved on pretty quickly.  We met up with Moi’s friends at a pretty happenin’ (obvs I’m down with today’s lingo) place called Altabar.  Super trendy.  Moi’s friends had ordered bottle service and were very nice to share with us, but none of the three of us were really up for dancing and even Moi didn’t seem super enthused about the placed, so Matt and Eric and I excused ourselves after an hour or so.

Trump Tower

Moí! My long lost friend. Some drama within the capoeira group caused him to leave us, so Eric, Matt, and I invited him out with us for a drink to celebrate his bday at Trump Tower.

Matty wanted to hit up one of the beaches nearby, so after some searching on airbnb.com we found a place on a beach called María Chiquita for a good price.  It had a huge pool, a beautiful beach, and a restaurant on the hotel grounds…an added benefit since there weren’t any real restaurants for at least 30 minutes from the hotel.  We were excited.  The owners live in the City, and when we met them to get the key, they offered to let us get there early and stay late, essentially giving us a whole extra day on the beach.  Plus, I recognized their Brazilian accent and got to use the very few Portuguese words that I knew that weren’t the names of capoeira moves.

So…we drove the 90 minutes to the beach, basically going from the Pacific to the Atlantic at Colón, then taking a right turn and heading up the coast about another 30 min.  We drove down a dirt road through a small town for maybe 7 minutes, then came to a gate in the middle of nowhere.  From there we could see the three towers of the hotel building.  It was a little surprising when the guards at the gate didn’t need to check a list for our name or anything, but whatever…we were there.

As we drove up – in the rain, I forgot to mention…great way to start a 36 hour beach trip – we noticed that the place was a little desolate.  Okay, a lot desolate.  A huge place with 3 towers, 10 stories each, and there were only 4 cars parked there?!  Hmm.  Definitely creepy.

Turns out we were the ONLY guests in the entire place.  The ONLY ones.  JUST us.  It was the weirdest thing ever to walk around this giant building and not hear or see anyone.  We kept saying it felt like we were in The Shining.  I half expected to see a creepy pair of twins in the hallway.

So besides that weirdness, it was raining.  All day.  Not normal Panamá 30-minutes-of-downpour-then-it’s-over kinda rain, but a steady NC dreary all day don’t-go-to-the-beach-today rain.  Ugh.  So there we were, stuck in our creepy hotel in the middle of nowhere, all laying on the bed watching a movie and napping and praying the rain would let up for a minute.

We eventually decided to just go down to the pool and make the most of it.  I chatted with the lonely bartender outside who was only there for us while the boys scouted out the beach, then they went for a swim.  Too cold for me.  Nice pool though!  We had fun with the glass side, as you can see from the pictures.

Long story short, we ended up not staying the night due to weather, lack of open restaurants nearby and lack of enthusiasm for the creepy feel of huge empty buildings.  Thanks for showing Matty the best of what you have to offer, Panamá.