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.

Stash of miscellaneous thoughts/info

I have a bunch of random tidbits that I’ve been saving up, so I think I’m just going to dump them all out here for your enjoyment…or at least for your consumption.

  • When my dear friend Katie visited, she took the same tour that my parents took with Eric to Lake Gatún which is the lake in the middle of the Canal.  I just found out that both Katie and Eric wrestled the same ginormous crocodile and both lived to tell the tale.  I’m very proud of both of them for their incredible courage.  Look at the size of this thing!  And it’s only 2 years old!
Steady, Katie!

Steady, Katie!

Conquered!

Conquered!

Apparently someone asked if they could put their finger in the croc's mouth.  The tour guide said sure!  Eric said he knew the lawyer in me would be dying had I been there...

Apparently someone asked if they could put their finger in the croc’s mouth. The tour guide said sure! Eric said he knew the lawyer in me would be dying had I been there…

  • Next up, I have a few more photos from my parents’ visit that my mom didn’t share in her post:
  • This one is completely out of nowhere.  Have y’all heard that the BRONTOSAURUS IS BACK!?!?!?!  I remember being (semi-) crushed when scientists decided that the brontosaurus wasn’t a thing but that there was something sorta like it and it was a brachiosaurus.  I hated, and still hate, the brachiosaurus.  But now, and I don’t know the details, nor am I going to take the time to Google it now b/c no one’s going to click on a link to any article that I may link to, there’s something that they’re going to call a brontosaurus!  And I feel like 1) an old friend is back, and 2) there’s hope that Pluto is a planet after all.  8 year old Julie is super happy.
  • Eric told me the other day that public restroom cleaning ladies just hang out in the men’s rooms regardless of whether men are in there.  He said it was odd.  I can understand that.
  • LOTS of people rollerblade here.  Like, they still sell them in seemingly normal stores, and you’ll see multiple people rollerblading on any given walk down the Cinta Costera.  I feel like they should be wearing scrunched down socks with them, but sadly, they’re not.  Ooh, and maybe Hypercolor shirts.  Isn’t that what they were called?  Anyone?
  • Last Tuesday, April 7, a couple of things happened at capoeira training.  First of all, I got a round of applause for doing something well!  It’s not common for us to do this for each other during training, so I was really excited.  The funny thing (to me at least) was that I was doing cartwheels.  They’re supposed to be really controlled and slow, so there is a bit more skill than you’d think would be involved, but still, it made me giggle that that was what they complimented me on.  When I finished up, a girl whose nickname is Ninja (the girl from DC who’s amazing) asked me “so you’ve really never done capoeira before?”  I told her no, but in my head I was thinking…”but I was 9 once…I mean, it’s cartwheels!”  Then we switched to the other side and I showed them that, like everyone else in the non-capoeira/gymnastics world, I can only cartwheel to one side.  🙂  Whomp-whomp.
  • Later in that same practice, I was learning a new type of kick called a media lua.  The guy who teaches the classes, nicknamed Mono (monkey), came over to demonstrate how to do them one after another with a partner.  I went first, but I messed up and made the mistake of standing up in hopes of trying again.  Wrong move.  Mono kicked me square in the eye with his heel…hard.  You may remember him from earlier posts…he’s not a small guy:
He has hard heels.  He's not small.

He has hard heels. He’s not small.

The next day my eyelid was bruised a bit – which I didn’t know was a thing – but no real blackeye.  Definitely disappointing after being knocked upside the head.  You want battle scars after that.  At least my Spanish teacher noticed something and didn’t let me read anything the next day b/c she didn’t want me to hurt myself.  🙂  Love her.

The real pain from that workout, however, was from the move we practiced which involved a sorta almost roll/cartwheel thing on your head.  I don’t know about you, but I do not believe that heads were made to have weight put on them.  Especially not all of my body weight on concrete.  No, sir.  Not this gringa.  I did it though.  Or rather, I tried it.  I did not succeed in any sense of the word, but I tried.

  • On Wednesday, the following day, we had our capoeira music practice.  I don’t know if I’ve explained that since capoeira has Brazilian roots, all of the songs played while it is played are in Brazilian Portuguese.  Also, the teachers often speak Portuguese during training and classes.  Really pretty difficult when you’re just trying to understand and follow the Spanish and learn the moves and all.  I feel like an idiot ALL the time.  Anyway, we learned two new songs on Wednesday, and to my horror, Lourdes, who leads the music practices and is engaged to Mono, started going around the circle asking each of us to sing each song solo to make sure we had it down.

In case you’re wondering, I did not have it down.  I do not know how to pronounce Portuguese words.  I do not have a strong singing voice or any desire to sing solos in public for newly discovered friends who I think are super cool and want to like me.  Yes, I’m a 7th grader down here…I just want friends.  Anyway, Lourdes helped me out a bit, but the seconds one was easier to follow and I was able to make it through the long chorus on my own.  I even did the “call,” the part where you call the rest of the group to join you, on my own, and maybe not in a beautiful voice, but it was strong.  A couple of the guys complimented me and seemed satisfied.  I was happy with that.  Just trying to keep from being a complete idiot…that’s the goal.  🙂

  • We finally sorted out our electricity bill and somehow managed to have the bill from our first month and a half in this apartment kicked back to the former renter who has disappeared and has been avoiding my calls.  The electric company would not let us put the bill in our name until she paid her bill, so that’s been a problem.  Finally…and I won’t bore you with the whole story…the owner of our apartment bribed the security guys in our building to keep out the electric company guys so they couldn’t get to the meter to read it and send us a bill, then we went to the company with us and she somehow worked it out.  In the process, the company insisted on knowing how many lights we had in the house (have you ever heard of such a thing?!), whether we had an iron (um, no…it’s called a dryer), and everything else that uses electricity.  Oh, and how many watts each thing uses.  Really?!  Who knows that stuff, and didn’t you just have this info from keeping up with the apartment 2 seconds ago with the last tenant?!

Anyway, here’s a photo of Isabel, our landlady, who is so sweet and wonderful, but ruthless and sneaky when she needs to be.  We love her, even when she’s a little ridiculous.  Doesn’t she look like she could be straight out of…I can’t decide between Florida and Savannah.  Probably Florida.

Our landlady

Our landlady

  • During the Summit of the Americas, we had a great time watching out for motorcades from our apartment.  It overlooks a big road, so whenever we saw that it was being blocked off, we knew that some world leader was coming through soon.  The best part?  We saw Obama’s motorcade twice!  The first time it was about 11:30 pm and we were taking Addie out for a walk.  Lo and behold, the President of the United States just goes driving by with two limos, lots of black SUVs, cops, and an ambulance.  Amazing!  The second time, we saw him from above, from our balcony.

It was interesting to compare the motorcades to one another.  Smaller countries (think Trinidad and Tobago) probably just rented 4Runners when they got here.  Not everyone can fly over tons of cars, at least one if not two helicopters, etc.  All the folks in my capoeira group commented on it.  The funny thing is, Obama didn’t do that to show off.  It’s what he uses for everyday stuff in the US too.  It’s just amazing the differences among all the countries in this continent (or these continents, depending on what your 5th grade teacher told you about North and South America v. the American continent).

One of these days I’ll have to get into Lourdes’s reaction to hearing the Apache helicopters this past weekend.  It reminded her of when the US invaded Panamá in 1989, when she was 5 years old.  She got really scared remembering it and told us all about it via WhatsApp.  I was ashamed that I knew absolutely nothing about us invading, and yet this was a hugely impactful event in my friend’s life.  Amazing how little we learn in the States about these things sometimes…

  • Coming up:  planning our first border run!  Although Eric took a trip to Boston a few weeks ago, I’ve been here for more than 90 days, meaning that I can no longer drive legally.  I’m not the type for taking chances with this kind of thing, so we’re leaving next Tuesday for Costa Rica.  We’re hoping to stop through Boquete (a major Expat retirement site b/c it’s cooler and beautiful) and Santa Catalina (a great surfing area where a friend owns a hotel) on our way back.  Exciting!

Birthdays!

So last weekend (Saturday, March 21) was my birthday.  At the last minute, I decided to be brave and invite over the capoeira group – who I barely know, but who are my best friends in Panama – for drinks and snacks at our apartment.  We live right near where we practice, so I didn’t think it would be inconvenient for folks.  It was an odd thing.  I had no idea what sort of get-togethers this group usually had.  Do they get together at people’s houses?  Do they go out usually?  Do they drink or are they the super dedicated to their health types?  How much food should I have prepared?  Who will come?  Are they going to feel obligated to come but not really want to?  Am I enough a part of the group to invite them?  So many questions!  I was pretty nervous.

The plan was for me to go to Capoeira practice from 4-6 and then for folks to come over after that.  Only 7 people made it out that day, but that was fine by me.  Why, you ask?  Because I found out that it is tradition on a capoerista’s birthday for there to be a roda and for the birthday person to play capoeira with everyone in the roda.  In case you’re wondering, I still know next to nothing.  I have no moves.  I don’t look cool doing this stuff.  I have no stamina.  So as each person got out into the roda with me, I was just trying to throw a few kicks, ginga a little, and breathe until the whole thing was over.  Yes, it was really nice to have this honor, but gosh, I had no idea what I was doing.  Awesome.

After practice, everyone looked like they were pretty much giving their regrets and heading home.  Everyone, that is, accept Moisés, my buddy who was the guy to help me out in the first roda on my first day of practice.  He told me he was going to shower and come over later.

I texted Moi a bit later to let him know that, as far as I knew, he was the only one coming over, and of course he was still welcome, but I didn’t want him to feel obligated.  Eric had suggested this b/c he knew how weird he would feel walking into a house for a birthday party for someone he didn’t know well and finding out he was the only guest.  Yikes.  Anyway, about two hours after we expected him to show up, he came…with three other guys!  Yay!

We ended up hanging out, mostly on the balcony, until almost 1 am.  For them, probably not too late, but for us, that was probably the latest (non-hospital) night that we’ve had since we’ve been here.  It was a lot of fun.  Once Eric had a couple of drinks, he loosened up enough to speak some Spanish, and most of the guys understood at least a little English, so he was able to communicate with them too.  Here’s the group:

George, Dario, Me, Moi, Antonio (Árabe)

George, Dario, Me, Moi, Antonio (Árabe)

I was really happy that they came, and very glad that Eric was gracious enough to help me host some folks that he didn’t understand completely.  It was a wonderful birthday.

Oh, Eric also made some tortillas de maíz for us – these wonderful little fried corn cake things – and one of the Panamanians complimented him on his frying talent.  Someone decided that putting salsa on them was a good idea, although I prefer to eat them plain.

Tortilla de maíz

The Tuesday following my birthday, March 24th, I went to capoeira practice and my new friend Lourdes and her fiancé Mono (well, his real name is David, but his capoeira name is Mono, or Monkey) surprised me with a birthday present!  Completely unexpected and unnecessary, but very very sweet.  Here’s what they gave me:

Regalo de Lourdes y Mono

At the end of practice, Mono called everyone together and he presented me with the official CDO (Cordao de Ouro – the name of our group) Panamá shirt!  I was really honored.  It made me feel like I’m officially a part of the group.  Here’s what it looks like…not that y’all care, but this was a big deal for me.

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So, skipping forward a bit…yesterday, Sunday, Eric and I went to Juan Pablo’s house (another Capoeira friend…we don’t know anyone besides these folks) for his birthday party.  He lives with his folks still in this house at the top of this hill that has a great view of the Bridge of the Americas, which is over part of the Canal.  The directions to get there were ridiculous.  He basically dropped a pin on a Google Map when he was home and sent it to us via WhatsApp, then sent us verbal directions via WhatsApp, along with photos of landmarks along the way.  All of this, mind you, is because addresses do not exist in this silly country.  We still had to guess quite a bit about where we were going.  I said things along the way like, “yes, I think that looks like the tree from the picture.  See how that branch looks like this one?”  Seriously.  That’s how it went.  Ridiculous.  But we made it.

And it was so much fun!  Everyone was outside, and luckily it was shady and breezy enough to be comfortable.  There was a grill area that was covered and that’s where all the food and drinks were set up.  All of the capoeira folks were there, along with a few of Juan Pablo’s friends from school, plus lots of family members.  We spent a lot of time getting to know a Brazilian couple who happens to live in the building right next to us.  We figured this out because the woman, Jessica, posted this photo on Facebook one day:

Rainy day in Panama 3.20.15

I saw it and thought “wow!  That’s almost like our view!  She must live nearby!”  So I went out to our balcony and tried to compare our view to hers to see where she lived.  Here’s the photo from the same day, but a few hours later, from our balcony:

From our balcony

So I figured out that they were to the left of us and not up as high.  I didn’t want to post the photo on Facebook or say anything at that point though b/c we hadn’t talked much yet and I didn’t want to seem creepy.  I told her and her husband all of this on Sunday and they thought it was hilarious.  I’m hoping we’ll get to hang out with them more.  They seemed like fun.

In the middle of the party, we had a roda for Juan Pablo.  It was a tiny little area that we had, so it was pretty intense and a few folks fell over on the brick grill area.  Looked painful.  I wasn’t sorry that I was in a dress and heels.  I just played the tambourine and the double cowbell-looking thing and clapped and enjoyed watching.  A few photos from the day:

 

And lastly, a random photo of Juan Pablo upside-down on a beach somewhere that he shared with us.  Pretty cool.

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My parents are here this week, so we’ll see whether I have time to share photos a little at a time or whether it’s one long post after they leave…