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!

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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.

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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!

Fiestas Patrias

Happy Separation Day!

The month of November in Panamá is packed full of patriotic holidays.  The 3rd celebrates Panamá’s separation from Colombia, 4th is Flag Day, 10th is for celebrating the first cry of independence from Spain, and the 28th celebrates Panamá’s independence from Spain.  Basically, 2015 is over because everyone is on vacation from now until after Christmas.  Woohoo!

I’m not sure what was going on yesterday, but for some reason the whole alcohol section of the grocery store was covered with Caution tape and there were signs up citing some law saying you couldn’t buy alcohol on November 2nd.  Haven’t figured that one out yet.

Last night we saw that the big road in front of our apartment was shutting down, and it turns out there was a little parade!  We walked down to check it out, and I’m glad we did.  It was all (well, hopefully not all, but whatever) the city’s firefighters (bomberos) and a good number of cops too.  Pretty cool.  I don’t know how to describe it, but you know how you always feel a sense of quiet awe and respect for what those folks do whenever there’s an event honoring them?  It was like that.  Meanwhile, Eric was commenting that only one guy was good at his job b/c his torch was out while everyone else was carrying fire around.  Apparently we were on different pages.  Haha.

We woke up at 5 am to the sound of…what else would it be in this country…fireworks!  It was quite an amazing show too!  One of the most well-coordinated (the best coordinated?  I’m not sure how to say that.) that we’ve seen, and it lasted forever!  Apparently they just could not stand to wait to start celebrating las fiestas patrias.  I decided that they were probably wanting to be the first to wish my brother-in-law, Drew, a happy birthday, so I took a picture and sent it to him.  Happy Birthday from Panamá, Drew!  They’re throwing a huge party for you!

This morning the streets are closed again for another parade.  As with other holidays, like Carnival, a ton of people have left the city.  It’s kinda nice, actually.  Everyone else gets their vacation out of town, and we get a nice quiet stay-cation.

Tomorrow we’re making Eastern style NC BBQ for way too many people…speaking of quiet stay-cations.  Mono and I have been talking about doing this for months now, and we finally decided that Flag Day would be a good day.  Great, I thought.  Just Mono and Lourdes and maybe their two girls…nice relaxing day.  That is, until Mono announced at practice on Saturday that I would be hosting a BBQ and having everyone over!  This is the second time he’s done this!  Sigh.  Oh well.  I know it’ll be fun…we just have to find a big enough pot to make gallons of Brunswick Stew!

Eric’s parents are getting into town tomorrow night!  We’re very excited to be hosting them.  They’ll only be here for a short time, but I think we’ve come up with a pretty good schedule that will allow them to see some sights and also relax in the mountains for a couple of nights.

Oh!  On Saturday we had capoeira practice at the Canal Administration building, which is really impressive.  I know my mom is rolling her eyes right now b/c she wanted to check it out when they were here in March/April.  I thought it sounded super boring.  Oops.  Anyway, not many of us were there, but we had a great practice and a fun, relaxed roda.  Mono has a GoPro that he takes everywhere, so he got some cool shots…

Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Panamá

Again, I can tell y’all how fancy I am just by saying that I had to Google how to spell Benz.  I mean, I had a guess…which is better than I can say for when I was trying to spell Louis Vuitton a few posts ago.

So the big event I hinted at in my last post was (obvs now) Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Panamá 2015!!!  This is just like Fashion Week in Paris, London or NY, but with a little Latin flavor.  Super fun.

I knew FW was coming up, but I had no idea how to get tickets.  Oddly, they didn’t make it easy for any Tom, Dick or Julie off the street to get in.  I’ll spare you the details, but it took phone calls to a model friend and a fashion designer acquaintance, plus a lot of googling to find out how to get tickets.  I ended up managing to win two free tickets via the Facebook page of a local publication for tourists called The Visitor/El Visitante (it’s published in English and Spanish).  Sweet!  Turns out the office was just a few minutes away from our house, so I ran over and picked them up first thing on Monday morning.

That night, my Swedish neighbor, Stella, came over with her brother, his wife, and their daughter.  The family was in town for a visit and Stella wanted to give them a chance to meet Addie, as they recently lost their dog.  And maybe she wanted them to meet me too.  You never know…Addie’s always been more popular than I am.  I’m okay with that.  So as we were talking out on the balcony, Stella’s sister-in-law prompted Stella to tell me her big news…she was going to be walking in two of the runway shows on Wednesday night!  HUGE!  Turns out she had been approached by a modeling agency nearly 8 months ago (sounds like it was the second she stepped off the plane…I’m not surprised.  She’s gorgeous!) but had never heard anything from them.  They contacted her on Sunday – 3 days before the show – to see if she would come in and walk for them.  And they booked her!  I was so excited for her and glad that I had happened to get my tickets for the same night when she would be walking.

On Tuesday night, I went to a friend’s bday party (Jessie – the girl from DC) in Casco Viejo and ended up running into her friend Marcus, from Maryland.  He has been back and forth between Panamá and MD all year doing some sort of research down here.  Anyway, Eric had been hoping that I would find someone to take the second ticket to FW so he wouldn’t have to go, and Marcus was all in.  Fun.

Then came Wednesday, the morning before the shows.  Stella had also won free tickets via Facebook for her family to see her that night.  HOWEVER…when she went to pick them up she realized that they were only for entrance to the fair portion, not to the runway shows!!!  In the fair, several designers and companies would have stalls set up, some would be giving away free stuff and others selling clothing and accessories.  Still fun, but not what I had been planning on!  Not only that, but the tickets to get in for the catwalk were $130 or $160!  I was really disappointed…but I decided that wouldn’t be the end of my quest to get in.  How often do you get to go to Fashion Week?!  No way is anyone in NY, London, or Paris ever going to let me in even if I happen to be there during their Fashion Week, so I knew I had to take advantage of this opportunity.

I texted Marcus to tell him the bad news.  He said he was probably still up for the fair part.  I took a nap, a little grumpy, but still excited for the part we’d get to be a part of.  When I woke up, I texted Marcus again.  “I’m going to try to sneak into the runway shows.  You down?”  His response:  “Hellz yeah!”  It was on.

I met up with Marcus at the Atlapa Convention Center, where he immediately told me he’s horrible at being sneaky.  Great.  That made two of us.  Most of you know that sneaking into stuff and really, getting away with stuff in general, is not my strong suit.  Right, Mom?  I always get caught.  I don’t have the confidence to pull this stuff off when I KNOW I don’t belong somewhere.  This time was different though.

I knew I had to channel my inner Jennifer (my sister).  She’s the one who pulls this stuff off.  I remember being in London with her 14 years ago and being completely convinced she was going to get me arrested for sneaking into some palace and for both of us using the same all-you-can-ride Tube pass all week.  In those situations, I either had to follow along or get left alone somewhere in London, so I held my breath and followed her.

So upon arriving, we immediately discover that they were giving out different color bracelets depending on the areas to which your ticket gives you access.  Shoot.  We needed a pink bracelet, but we got white.  Marcus’s big idea was to rip up pieces of the schedule, printed on pink paper, and wrap them around the bracelet.  I decided that, though clever, it was a Plan C type idea.  We scoped out the guy at the door to the catwalk.  We waited until no other employees were around him, then I told Marcus to put on his game face and to follow me.

Before we even reached the guy, he had spotted our white bracelets and begun to shake his head at us.  So I started my sob story.  I explained to him that I found out at the last minute that my sister was going to be in one of the shows, and we needed to get in to see her.  He shook his head again.  Okay, Plan B.  I flashed him a $20 and asked if there was anything we could do to resolve this.  He hesitated a minute, then asked us to stand aside for a minute (while he waited until the coast was clear).  At this point I reminded Marcus to please cover up his offensive white bracelet.  Then I shook hands with the doorman and passed him the money.  We were in!  I think the best thing about it was Marcus’s reaction!  He was so impressed.  Honestly, I was too.  If you had asked me to do that when we first got here, I never would’ve even tried.

We watched the first set of 4 or so runway shows, then the whole audience had to leave the room since different tickets had been issued for the second set of shows.  Uh oh.  We hadn’t seen Stella yet!  She was in the second set of shows!  I talked my way past one guard to get to the door guy that had let us in so I could see where we stood.  I explained to him that she was actually in the next set of shows and I had been confused.  He frowned at me and said something along the lines of “but you’ve already seen this set.”  Now, however, I knew my next move.  Okay, okay, so does $20 change things?  Yes.  Yes it does.

We took advantage of the break to walk around, drink free champagne while admiring the Mercedes(es?  What’s the plural?), and take pictures.  When it was time to go back in, I glanced over at the guy to see if it was a good time, and he gave me a subtle shake of the head.  Not now.  Wait a minute.  Marcus took the opportunity to stand in line for a free coffee at one of the stands.  Right then, the doorman signaled to me that we should come on in.  I told Marcus who immediately told the coffee guy “Olvídalo!” (“Forget it!”) and hurried after me.  Again we did the sly exchange of money and walked right in.

The shows were incredible.  After watching America’s Next Top Model for years, I was thrilled to be there.  The clothing designs were amazing – from Spanish looking ruched skirts to sparkly dresses to ridiculous outfits that made a few poor girls look like pineapples.  Marcus admitted to watching both ANTM and What Not to Wear, so I knew he was enjoying it too.  Not to mention the occasional scantily clad model that kept things interesting.  “That’s my new favorite dress” quickly became Marcus’s key phrase.

Then came Stella!  She is a tall, skinny but toned and athletic blonde Swede with a gorgeous face and confident presence.  I was so proud of her.  She absolutely slayed the catwalk – first in a bikini, then in a gorgeous suit with intensely high heels.  Absolutely stunning!  Her partner Elliott happened to be in England this month, so unfortunately he wasn’t able to see her.  We did the best we could with our camera phones for him though…Marcus filmed her while I took stills.  I was longing for my real camera, but had consciously decided to leave it at home since I knew we’d need to make a stealth entry.

All in all, a hugely successful night.

Last night was capoeira training and I finally felt decent enough to try out my wrist!  We worked on headstands, which I have never successfully done before.  After so many weeks of being right-side-up and off the floor though, I was determined to do one.  I’m sure my face was hilarious when I made it happen because it took all my strength to slowly extend from that tripod position they taught you back in elementary school gym up to a full (and relatively steady!) headstand!  I kept doing it because I was so proud of myself.  It is also one of those things like rock climbing where it’s so satisfying because you are using every bit of energy and muscle you can muster.  Another big milestone for me.

I also had a much better time in small roda that a few of us participated in after practice.  At least until I pushed a little too far.  I went into a puente (a bridge/backbend) and for some reason, my right arm (the good one) just plain gave out on me when I was completely upside-down.  My head smacked into the concrete really hard.  People told me how loud a sound it made – not that I hadn’t heard it myself!  I also landed on my shoulder pretty hard, so that has made a nice bruise.

All my sweet friends checked me out and made sure I was okay.  Darío, whose capoeira name is Doctor, did his version of a thorough head examination (how many fingers am I holding up, follow my finger with your eyes, etc.) and then kept hovering over me and checking on me throughout the next 20 min or so while I sat and watched the others.  Two others offered to, and nearly insisted on, walking me home.  I was a little dizzy still and definitely hurting, but I made it home just fine on my own.

Eric wasn’t a fan of my joking when he asked me to answer simple questions to make sure he didn’t need to take me to the hospital.  He asked me to promise that I would start all my jokes by saying “I’m joking when I say this, but…” until he was sure that I was okay.

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We buy extra frozen veggies because I so frequently use them like this.

Feeling pretty good this morning.  Small headache, but nothing like my migraines.

Oh, one more thing – I got my first paid translation job this week!  It’s a freelance thing, so who knows how often I’ll actually have work, but I was very glad to receive and complete my first assignment.  Translating legal contracts about stock purchases isn’t easy, but I feel much more confident after getting through it.

Happy Friday!!!  And enjoy your Halloween!!!