Fun weekend!

A piñata, a dishwasher, Swiss neighbors, kids playing capoeira, getting lost in a park, and a trip to the big mall.  That’s what you can expect from this post.  Along with at least one Oxford comma.

Friday afternoon we went to Brie’s son’s third birthday party.  It was the first time we had seen her and her husband since we moved down here and the first time we met her boys, so it was exciting.  Granted, I’ve only seen her one other time since high school graduation and that was during our trip down here in Jan 2014, but still.  Fun to see a familiar face.  She’s always been really sweet to me and has been really helpful whenever we’ve had questions since we moved.

The party was at the clubhouse of an area called the Embassy Club, which you will not be surprised to find out, is right next to the US Embassy.  Beautiful country club type building with a big pool with little fountains in it.  Unfortunately, it rained, so the party was moved inside.  After a while though, we moved outside for the piñata!  The venue already had a pulley set up, so I guess it really is something that people do a lot.  So odd to find that out!  I don’t know why…I guess I just assumed it was only in Mexico or that it was something people used to do or something.  Didn’t seem Panamanian to me.  Apparently it is.

So remember, these kids are 2, 3, and 4 years old, and someone is handing them a stick and telling them to hit something with that stick.  Brilliant.  Absolutely hilarious from our point of view though.  We were sure that this one bigger kid was going to be a ringer, but when he got up there, he just carefully tapped at the piñata.  Such a letdown from my preseason pick.

A good portion of the rest of the day was relegated to finding dishwasher soap.  Very few people here have a lavaplatos/dishwasher because you either can’t afford it or because your maid does your dishes for you.  I insisted, however, that we find an apartment with a dishwasher b/c I was one of those spoiled kids who never lived without one…not even in college (aside from in the dorms, but that’s different).  Anyway, Finish is the only brand of dishwasher soap that exists here, and only in tablet form.  And EVERY store is ALWAYS out!  There is a little tag on the shelf that says that it’s supposed to be there and space on the shelf where it supposedly once was, but that just plain doesn’t help.

Anyway, earlier in the day on Friday, I had to run an errand near a grocery store that we don’t usually go to, so I checked it out.  No Finish.  After the birthday party, we went by our grocery store on the way home.  No finish.  After we unpacked groceries and let Addie out, we decided it was time.  We were just plain going to find this stuff, no matter how many stores it took, or we were going to spend all Friday night washing the mountain of dishes that had accumulated.

We knew of two more stores right off, but one was out and one was more of a Bi-Lo than a Harris Teeter, if you know what I mean, so they didn’t even carry the stuff.  So we expanded our search perimeter.  Two more stores, and we were really getting into a rhythm.  By then we were in a completely unexplored part of the city that seemed pretty fancy…lots of nice houses and calmer streets.  I can’t describe to you the feeling I felt when walking into that last store.  I knew it was the one.  Finally!  About 15 boxes on the shelf and I could have all of them if I wanted!  I was actually really tempted just because we had worked so hard to get them.  It just seemed like the right thing to do…to buy all of them and hoard them.  But luckily, I calmed myself down and only bought three…at a ridiculous $7.50 a box, which is standard here.  Silly as the adventure sounds, we had a good time, and we were super happy that we completed our quest!

So…earlier this week I met a nice Swiss woman on the elevator named Stella, and she loved Addie so I loved her.  We had a conversation in Spanish and discovered that she lived right above us, just on the other side of the hall.  While we were in our grocery store on Friday evening, we ran into her with her boyfriend (Elliot, maybe?) and had a great chat with them (in English).  The boyfriend apparently just got down here and it was his first time to a Panamanian grocery store.  Anyway, we exchanged numbers and hope to have them over for a drink sometime soon.  Fun!  I was especially endeared to them (or were they endeared to me?  I can’t remember how that word works.) when Stella told Elliot about Addie, saying that she was the kind of dog that you just want to put your face in her fur and snuggle her.  Elliot responded by saying maybe he could borrow her when Stella goes away for business.  Cute.

Oh!  And then we ran into them on the elevator yesterday!  Doesn’t seem like anything special, I know, but we haven’t run into anyone twice in our building.

Yesterday, Saturday, turned out to be a lot of fun even though I was dreading it a little.  CDO met up with the kids’ capoeira group at some huge event that had a TON of scouts running around.  It was at a park that is basically the Central Park of Panamá.  It’s called Parque Omar.  Anyway, we met at 4pm, and it was crazy humid and super hot.  I was a little cranky and not super excited about trying to talk with the kids and trying not to kick them in the face in the roda.  I’m not controlled enough yet to trust myself slowly kicking a 5 year old.

Eric was really sweet to take me out there since I still can’t drive until next week.  He could’ve done something else with his saturday afternoon like, I don’t know, not fry outside, but instead he chose to be supportive.  Problem is…we kinda lost each other for two hours, including the whole event with the kids.

I met up with CDO near the entrance to the park and the plan was to walk up to the spot where the kids would be from there.  Eric got decided to look around a bit while we waited on people to show up.  When we started to head towards the place where the event would take place, Eric was nowhere to be found, and my WhatsApp wasn’t working.  I tried to call him, but to no avail…and I only had 20% of my battery left on my phone.  Perfect.

Anyway, we did some fun warm-ups with the kids – wheelbarrow races (my kid partner, Barbie, had to take the lead on that cause I had no idea what they were asking us to do…shockingly you don’t learn that term in Spanish class), cartwheels, one-handed cartwheels (which I pulled off!  still only on that one side, but hey, one step at a time), etc.  I totally picked the right kid too – she was stellar.  All of probably 6 years old, but she knew her stuff.

We had a roda with them after that.  For those of you who haven’t read that word here before, a roda is when capoeira players (capoeiristas) get in a circle and play drums, the berimbau (see the last post), and other instruments.  Meanwhile, people from the circle will take turns playing capoeira inside the circle in time with the music.  This roda was adorable b/c we paired up one adult with one kid each time.  So cute.  And the best part is that it was all recorded, and a friend of the group is going to edit a video of the whole thing for us.  I can’t wait to see it!  I’ll share photos as soon as I get them.

We had an adult roda afterwards just to show the kids what we (read: everyone else in the group who’s been there for more than a month) could do.  I never get tired of watching my friends play.  They’re absolutely amazing.  And they always have HUGE smiles on their faces when they do it!  I hope I can stick with it for long enough to be confident going into the roda.  I need to practice putting sequences of moves together at home so I have some material to work with.  It’s also weird to me that there’s no structure for who plays when.  You just kinda go when you can…or at least that’s how we generally do it.  I guess some groups allow the higher cords (like belts in karate) to go first and others let the lower ones go first b/c the music is slower at first, then gets faster.  I dunno.  Lots to learn.

Today we relaxed for a good part of the day, then went to one of the big malls…probably the biggest…called Albrook.  It’s the one with the circus-y/animal theme.  We had two goals in mind – 1) capoeira shoes for me b/c tennis shoes just don’t cut it, and 2) a shaver for Eric so he doesn’t have to pay $12 for haircuts.  We largely failed on both accounts…even after going through the entire mall and spending HOURS there.  However, Eric let me out on the side of the road on the way back, and I brought back treats for both of us from the Cinta Costera.  A strawberry raspado for him (slushee with condensed milk for extra sugary goodness) and a mango ceviche for me (mango with vinegar, salt, pepper, spicy sauce).  Yum!

Okay, off to do homework for Spanish class tomorrow.  I have to write some dialogue for characters from this detective story that we’re reading about a guy who has been wrongly accused of murder.  Kinda a silly story…it’s not literature, it’s just something straight out of a Spanish textbook, but whatever.

I’ve also been reading a novel in Spanish as a way to keep the language running through my head as often as possible.  Proud of myself for getting through it…I just wish it were easier to track progress with languages!  I feel like I haven’t improved at all since we got here, even though I know I have.  I just really can’t see it for myself.

Oh, and Eric did a great job of speaking Spanish today!  While we were walking through the mall, he pulled out a lot of Spanglish…and even a couple of full Spanish sentences.  I was thrilled that he was willing to play, and he did a great job.  I’m very proud of all that he’s learned.  And so grateful that he’d move to a country that speaks a language that he had no desire to learn because he knew it was my dream!  I’m a lucky girl.

Found on a box of perfume in a pharmacy.

Found on a box of perfume in a pharmacy.

Guest Blog by Mom/Wendy: Semana Santa Visit

IT’S ALL TRUE!  IT IS HOT HERE! All the windows are open all the time, the breeze is pretty consistent- especially on the incredible front balcony- there are no bugs- yet, and your feet do get black if you walk around barefoot. The mornings start off hot and clear, clouds  roll in late morning to offer some relief, but they keep moving, and the clear sky returns for the afternoon and evening. (Can’t wait to read the blogs when rainy season starts!)

West View

Also, Eric APPEARS to be working all day,and I as his suegra, mother-in-law, am not taking this personally that he sits in front of his computer all day. He did, after all, take off one day for the Jungleland tour of Gatun Lake.  (NOTE: The monkey that jumped on the boat and took a peanut out of his hand was MUCH more aggressive than that puny crocodile he so proudly displays in the photo, and…has he always been so competitive when kayaking?)

Monkeys jumped on the boat for peanut snacks from tourists.

Monkeys jumped on the boat for peanut snacks from tourists.

Notes for future visitors:

IT’s HOT, but then, so is Columbia, SC.  You get around.* Your ears will pop every time you go up or down in the elevator.* The best place to hang out is on the front balcony between 6:30-8:00 AM before the sun hits it or after sundown as you watch all the city lights come on. The views on both sides are incredible!*We usually managed 2 activities/excursions per day, but the afternoons have been dedicated to napping and reading.  Find a breeze and stay put! Relax!

Police cars are often seen with lights flashing- no siren nor fast speed. I don’t know why. * Motorcyclists must have a death wish; they travel very fast, weaving through lanes of traffic.* To cross at an intersection: push button, wait for red light for cars, WAIT to make sure they actually stop, THEN step out briskly. There is JUST ENOUGH time to make it across all the lanes if you keep moving quickly. Very efficient timing.* Lots of traffic + open windows= LOUD.  If you are light sleeper, bring ear plugs.

Eric and Julie did a great job getting us around- to the Canal, to Casco Viejo for shopping one day and back Good Friday evening to stroll through the streets and open churches,  down the Amador Causeway to the last island for dinner last night, around the Cinta Costera, to Easter Church at the Multi-plex in the mall, and Ancon Hill this last night with Addie (out for her first big adventure).  They have caught on to the style of driving here:  like I envision Mr. Spock, were he to have driven: logically, assertively you poke your nose out and change lanes. Don’t slow down with turn signal on and wait for someone to let you in; you just have to go. (Glad THEY were driving!)

If you visit the fish market, like Eric and Gregg did, there’s a lot to see, but even more to smell!  Be sure to plan time to come home, change clothes and shower; that “fragrance” definitely follows you home! (The fresh corvina  and shrimp were delicious and very reasonably priced!)*

Lots of options at the Mercado del Marisco.

Lots of options at the Mercado del Marisco.

 

Be sure to walk out at night by Avenida Balboa for a Raspado (cup of shaved ice with fruit flavoring and condensed milk- small is 75 cents) or a cup of mango cerviche (spiral cut mango flavored with salt, pepper, vinegar and lemon juice for 1.00) and  people watch: for fun, count fanny packs!

This week has been full of fun experiences as we witness for ourselves that Eric and Julie are doing well and Spanish lessons are progressing. Our main objective was to see them happy and healthy,and with Julie feeling much stronger, we can head home and wait for them to come back our way.

Want to see happy?  Watch Julie smile as she completes an animated conversation with Marinella,  a shop keeper, or an artist in a park.  THEN watch Eric smile:  “THAT’S why we’re here!”

Julie and Eric: Thanks for being such good hosts!  Be safe…Take care of each other…BECOME FLUENT,  and come back quickly to TarHeel Country!

Julie & Eric at water for blog

 

 

 

Visit from my parents

My folks got to Panama on Sunday night around 9:30.  It’s been pretty exciting to have them here after telling them about our lives here for so long.  They are also our first visitors in this apartment.

On Monday, my Mom joined me for a field trip with my Spanish teacher, Marianela, to a street called Avenida Central which is the closest thing I’ve seen to a market since we’ve been here.  It is closed to traffic, and people sell fruits and vegetables in the street, along with – at this time of year – a fruit cake type bread called pan bon.

Mom buying pan bon.

Mom buying pan bon.

 

Fruits and veggies

Fruits and veggies

It was fun to have an outing and to have Mom along instead of Marianela and I just staring at each other for 4 hours straight.  Here’s what Marianela looks like:

Marianela and I on Avenida Central

Marianela and I on Avenida Central

There are also…I guess department stores?…along the street too.  Old stores with clothes that TJ Maxx probably wouldn’t take, but Marianela tells me that occasionally you can find name brand stuff for $10 or so.  Then there were the furniture stores own by the Spanish folks, and apparently people of each nationality owns a particular kind of store.  Interesting.  She spends so much time telling me that Panamanians aren’t racist, but then she also tells me not to eat in restaurants in that area run by Chinese people because they are dirty (the restaurants, not the people).  Race is a very funny thing down here.  I would be interested to read an American student’s thesis on the subject of race and racism in Panamá.  Okay, I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t want to read it.  I might want a brief summary of it though, and perhaps a 45 minute conversation about it.

We went down this street called SalSiPuedes (Sal Si Puedes, meaning Leave if you Can) where kids apparently can get everything they need for school.  The way Marianela described it for me, I was expecting Diagon Alley.  If you don’t get that reference, please call me immediately because your life is not yet complete.  I was a little concerned at first because of the name since it sounds kinda shady.  Should I be worried that I won’t be able to leave?  No, no.  It’s just a really really skinny street, and that’s why they call it that.  A few pictures of it:

We capped off the afternoon with a visit to Café Coca-Cola for pineapple batidos (smoothies/milkshakes).  It’s said to be the oldest café in Panamá (the city), established in 1875, and has had famous visitors like Che Guevara.  Back in the day, only men were allowed, as it was a place where they discussed politics and sports.  As we sat and talked, I kept catching Marianela eyeing a group of old men in the corner.  She told us that they were doing just that – talking sports and politics, just like in the old days.  She surprised us, however, by saying that the sport they were discussing was not futbol, but rather baseball!  Apparently Panamanians are really good at baseball.

In Café Coca-Cola with my Mom.

In Café Coca-Cola with my Mom.

Cafe Coca-cola

 

Anything having to do with Coca-Cola down here is special for me and for my family because my Great Uncle Bill Solms, my favorite for several reasons, one of which was because he reminded me so much of his brother, my grandfather, who passed away when I was 7, was the President of Coke for Latin America (family – correct me if I’m getting this wrong) for several years several decades ago.  He and his family lived in Mexico City, and I enjoyed speaking Spanish with him when I visited with him and his wife.

Yesterday, Mom, Dad, and I went to Casco Viejo (the old city – was run down, but now everyone is investing a lot in it and it’s become really cool and beautiful and hip – if the kids use that word anymore).

Mom in Casco Viejo

Mom in Casco Viejo

 

Ruins in Casco Viejo.  I love the stairs and how they look like they're floating.  Mom said they looked like they were out of Harry Potter and were going to move at any moment.

Ruins in Casco Viejo. I love the stairs and how they look like they’re floating. Mom said they looked like they were out of Harry Potter and were going to move at any moment.

See the description in the next photo.  Basically, this arch is one of the reasons they decided to build the Canal in Panama instead of in Nicaragua.

See the description in the next photo. Basically, this arch is one of the reasons they decided to build the Canal in Panama instead of in Nicaragua.

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The highlight was when my folks discovered an artist who said he had been painting watercolors out there for 40 years.  They liked his work and we talked to him for a while about it, about his life, and about which paintings were his favorites.  He was super cute and we had a great time talking to him.  I translated a bit, but my mom also speaks some Spanish, so she enjoyed talking to him as well.  The guy played all the games, proclaimed that it was his birthday and he had to go home soon to have his traditional chicken and rice, said he’d give us a special price, told us that our favorite was his favorite too…he’s done this before.  But he was good at it.  At the end of it, he went from $45 + $35 +$35 for three paintings to a total of $50 for all three.  In hindsight, I’m sure we could’ve done better, but I was just playing translator.  My folks were happy, the guy was happy…no harm done.

The best part was when Mom asked him to write his name on the back of one of them for her.  He wrote it and then wrote the date…but had to verify the date with us.  It was then that we began to question whether it really was his birthday…

Dad wanted a photo with him:

My parents with the artist who painted the watercolors that they bought in Casco Viejo.

My parents with the artist who painted the watercolors that they bought in Casco Viejo.

My parents with the artist who painted the watercolors that they bought in Casco Viejo.

My parents with the artist who painted the watercolors that they bought in Casco Viejo.

Today, Eric went with them on a tour of Lake Gatún – a lake in the middle of the Canal.  They kayaked and fed grapes to monkeys and saw big ships.  Same tour that Katie did – mostly due to Katie’s recommendation and because she was kind enough to show my parents her photos when Katie watched Addie for a weekend last month.  A guest blog posting from my parents might be forthcoming with some of those photos.  At the very least, I’ll have a photo of Eric holding a very very tiny crocodile.  It’s hilarious.