Because it's the rainy season

What do you write about on a journey such as this?  Do you write about the touristy things that people expect to hear about, like the museums and the national sights?  Do you write about the feelings and emotions, the bliss, the joy, the confusion, the frustration?  Do you write about the relationships that you create and develop as you go along?  Do you write about the things that may not be that exciting or important, but are thoughts nonetheless, (like the clouds that align themselves perfectly in a flat plane 10,000 ft. below the airplane, or the way that the napkin from the stewardess makes me realize my hands are dry and then all I can think about is how much I need lotion)?  I'm not sure what anyone who might read this would even want to read about, as I'm sure each of these things is interesting to someone.  I guess I"ll write about the things that I think deserve to be written about, and in such, will figure out exactly what aspects of a journey such as this I find important.

So I'll start with our arrival in Panama City, last night at 9pm local time.  I have come to learn about myself that arriving in foriegn places is not my strongest time, as I tend to let myself get ripped off my airport transportation.  Thank goodness I have Jon with me, who, being fluent in Spanish, managed us a decent price to our hostel.

Lounging in hammocks and reading: it's a pretty rough life, let me tell you.

We're staying at a great little place called Luna's Castle, in the Casco Viejo area of Panama City, and it's truely a wayfarer's haven.  We were greeted by fellow Oregonians, who promptly recognized my necklace as being made by someone in Eugene.  It turns out that we have many friends in common, so the place felt like home right away.  There's amazing art covering every wall, and a great all around vibe here.

Jon and I spent the evening exploring this part of the city, scoping out the street food and admiring the dichotomy of old, crumbling buildings, with new renovations.  This part of town has been declared a Cultural Heritage Site by UNESCO, and in such, is slowly being redone to bring back the once sparkling 1900s feel.

This morning, we attempted to go out exploring again, however, we were met with a typical rainy-season downpour, and decided to head back to the hostel to lounge in the hammocks and read.  It's a pretty rough life, let me tell you.

Really, not much as happened.  Hopefully I'll have some monumental moments to share in the coming days and weeks.