Boquete was dead. Nothing moving but a few gringos. I was worried for a while that the party had killed off most of the population here.
By 11 am things were starting to move. Banks were opening. In Panama, banks can only stay closed 3 days and no more, so they had to open. Most people looked in pain.
Yella went into David for a shopping day with girl friends. This is good. Shopping is healthy for an American girl.
I was hanging out at the cafe most of the morning, trading stories with the gringos. This has become a frequent guilty pleasure for me. Sitting in the sun, hanging out, jumping into the conversation, moving to the sideline and, of course, judging the parade of people. It helps that most ExPats have unique and unusual lives.
I dropped the car off at the car wash. Your picture of a car wash is probably not accurate for here. This is a roof, hoses and young men hand washing the cars. The place is packed on this holy day. I had no idea Panamanians worshipped cars but I guess they do. There are 4 or 5 car washes in this small village so it must be important.
I had them strip the tint off the driver's and passenger side window. They use a dark, dark tint that makes it impossible to see through the window at night. This makes it difficult to see pedestrians. Add a little rain and night driving is precarious at best.
When I return to pick up the car, it is immaculate, inside and out. The tires are polished and treated. The tint is gone. These guys really take pride in their work. The owner, maybe 25 years old, speaks enough English to deal with us. All in all, a pleasant experience.
$5 for the wash and $3 to remove the tint. A bargain!
As you can tell, my sanity has returned so I wanted to share a regular day in Paradise. Nothing exciting but oh so relaxing.
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