A Panamanian Vacation
The plane touches down on what’s technically considered South America, and I immediately feel the time warp that flying causes. We left Denver with snow on the ground and 16 degree (F) temperatures. Panama’s tropical air soothes my flight nerves, and I can’t help but to crave an ice cold beer or maybe even a Pina Colada.
Customs and Immigration seem far too easy. We’re out of the airport in a matter of minutes . . . American tourists are clearly welcome travelers here. Our two hour drive to the resort by van taxi commences before I can take another breath of the warmth or think twice about that beer. Continue reading
