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.

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…

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.