Carnival, the morning after.
Day 3: Carnival Panama City. it’s early afternoon, cool, and my head throbs. Did I get my ass kicked last night? I’m not sure. There’s no blood or bruising. Just crusty sore eyes and a ringing in my ears. Though it’s day I can already hear music in the breeze. The palms seem to dance. [...]
Valentine’s Day
Or Why I Won’t Eat at Macdonalds saint Valentine’s day is big in Panama. I’m learning that in many ways this is a [tag]traditional society[/tag]. Men are kings here. And god forgive the king who doesn’t make some sort of [tag]romantic gesture[/tag] – because your girlfriend, the queen, surely won’t. I know of a Canadian [...]
