Panama Bound
In two days my lady love and I embark on another instance of our created definition of life well lived, namely travel abroad. This time it’s to Panama.
How did we pick Panama? Turns out this time we let the airline gods do the dirty work for us. We knew a quick trip to Central America was a great way to get cheap access to warm weather and tasty produce as we seek to ride out the last few weeks of winder, so we put fare watches on a couple of candidates: Honduras, Nicaragua, Panama, and even Guatemala for old time’s sake. Panama asserted itself as the winner when the price dropped eighty bucks on day two of the watch to a cool $420 per person.
Our preparation level is delightfully shaky. Though we have picked up a copy of Frommer’s (we heard tell of the Lonely Planet coverage of the canal’d country to be rather weak), we remain unclear as to where we’ll go or what we’ll do. Our efforts to plan as much have been deferred by an apparent technical failure that prevents us from booking online a flight to Bocas del Toro, a set of islands that promise pristine beach.
I like to think I could fix the problem in about 10 minutes with access to the server, but with my Spanish now being 2-months rusty I think I’ll not try to offer my assistance. We’ll instead just figure it out when we get there. Stay tuned!