First Night In Panama!

The car didn't stall, the airports didn't close, the airplane didn't blow up and my ride showed up in Panama City even though the airplane was an hour late.  

I made it!  Alive!  

It is so great to be in Panama.  I don't know why.  I arrived too late to go out and eat at one of the 5 star restaurants.  I am dining on coke, sugar cookies and Fritos and playing around with my Skype Internet phone which I don't think is working very well.  It is still fun.  It is making me giddy just sitting here and plunking away on this blog.

A word on air travel.  God is officially experimenting with new and better forms of hell by using air travel as His laboratory.  We were delayed an hour in Miami because of a "bureaucratic paper work problem" around a minor (translate: the toilet wouldn't flush) repair.  The pilot, who must of had a distracted moment of honesty, actually announced this to all of the passengers  over the intercom.  Fortunately, he did this in English and most of the people spoke Spanish so a riot was avoided.

However, to make up for this inconvenience, the airline supplied a screaming baby in the seat directly in front of me for the ENTIRE 2HR & 20MIN MIA to PTY trip.  This 2 year old boy had the lungs of a howler monkey on steroids.  Those darn airlines, always thinking of you.  

The service was so bad in DEN, for the check in, the airline agent never acknowledged me, made eye contact, much less spoke to me during the entire process.  I had to practically jump over the counter and to insure that my bags were tagged properly.

Enough bitching.

I am finally starting to relax.  This process has been like winding a spring tighter and tighter for 8 months.  Let the unwinding begin!

To be continued.