Panama Farm Life February 16, 2025
Panama Farm Life February 16, 2025 Ting ting....ting ting. A lazy morning interrupted at dawn...well, barely dawn. Marta strumms the metal bars of the doggie gate to our bedroom. Normally she just jumps over this barrier when she wants to change scenery. This morning the bedroom door is also closed. She has learned well from Codi. My feet contemplate the cold tile floor. Ding! WhatsApp calling. Amanda and Carlos have left Pilar's diaper bag behind and the three of them are now somewhere up the cleft of the continental divide to assist with a clinic for the animals of a remote indigenous village. Could I bring the bag to them? I tell Gary his pancake breakfast is on hold. 45 minutes of driving and I am lost. No cell signal and the last pin location sent by Amanda renders no one at the site. The last time I was in this beautiful area of the Boquete valley was the first year I was in Panama. With a focus on the ...