Dia de Jesus: On the corner, halfway up Via Argentina, two taxi drivers playfully banter in the shade of a tall palm. Panama City’s quiet, almost deserted. Shops are closed. Some have left to watch Jesus get whipped in the streets. He takes a beating in various parts of the country this time of year. [...]

On Via Veneto a cool breeze licks the palms in front of the newly built casino. It’s late afternoon. Just before six. And I’m seated outside Manolos watching two young women with flat belies, tight jeans, and spiked heels, work the corner. One of them keeps catching my eye. She’s almost hot enough for me [...]

Judy, from Miami writes: “Is it true English is spoken everywhere in Panama?” Sure, if by “everywhere” you mean the expat social. Let me ask you, is it true everyone in Miami has pink flamingos on their lawns? The easy answer to your question is no. Judy, just because you can order beef burritos from [...]