There's a Shift in the Wind

I slept well and awoke to peace.   

First thing this morning, after a shower and shave, I sat down to read my novel, full of serenity and patience, waiting a couple of hours for Yella to get ready to have breakfast with friends.

What's that, you say?  Tom being OK waiting on anything?  Because this has not been my state since I arrived in Panama and probably never before in my life.  I am impatient and antsy, constantly finding myself waiting on someone or something, pacing back and forth where ever I am, frothing at the bit to GET GOING FOR GOD"S SAKE, LET'S MOVE!

So, this relaxed condition was different and surprisingly pleasant.  Something shifted yesterday.  You may have picked it up in my blog.  

As soon as we got in the car, we started a little spat, a marital brawl so to speak--where do these things come from anyway?  Oh boy, there goes the goodwill and peace!  Nothing like a fight to destroy the previous day's contentment.

On our drive to Yella's cast party, we eventually worked it out, and, lo and behold, the peace returned.  

I don't know what to do with this.  It is new.  Maybe Panama has starting softening me up.  Time will tell.

We arrived at the cast party, which for lack of better words, was at a magnificent compound out in the sticks.  We did find out it used to belong to Noriega in one of his past lives.  So this is where all our drug money went!

The grounds were manicured impeccably, with an amazing assortment of fauna and flower.  This place had acres of grass, something that is not commonly found in Panama.  The house was a villa sprawled across 3 floors with his and hers offices, a library, and the usual living and dining rooms, kitchen, a pantry fit for a king (at least a dictator) and bedrooms complete with a stately staircase proudly displaced across the living room.

Holy shit!  Was this place nice.

Outside, they had a shelter like in a park with a bar, kitchen, a couple of bathrooms and tables and chairs for at least 50.  

There was more but I won't bore you with the details because it goes on and on.

Some people have too much money, that's for sure.

Partying with theater people was fun.  As you would expect, they are an outgoing group and the wine was flowing.  

We returned home in the late afternoon and...

The peace was still present.

Hmmm?  I hope this sticks around for awhile!