It started to feel like home when we got in our car, the diesel beast, and started to drive through David. It sunk in a little deeper when we turned off the highway and onto the Wilson Bridge road to our house.
Surprise, surprise, surprise!
The potholes were patched. This is the second time in a year. Way over the top for here.
We got home and everything looked good. We fixed lunch and did a little unpacking. Then I was off to Boquete to go to the bank, find friends and pay our house sitter.
That's when it hit me.
I love this place! It is so warm, and fresh, and sunny and green and beautiful. I wanted to do a happy dance just for being home...in paradise.
I got, well, suppressed back in Colorado. I didn't know the full impact of this before, but being inside, with the windows and doors closed, the heat on, the humidity in the single digits is claustrophobic to my nature. I find it stifling. It's just not natural, for me.
I learn a little more each year how much I love fresh air.
I drove down the highway, with all four windows open. Wonderful!
It was so good to go to the bank, where the guard and I exchange greetings like old friends, the teller banters with me in broken Spanish and I know most of the people in the place.
Then on to Amigos to meet a friend and end up seeing a lot of friends. Then on to our house sitters, who is also a good friend. We sat on his deck, visiting with another friend, listening to a couple of parrots. One was bi-lingual. Go figure!
Then back home. I cut up a pineapple and papaya for fresh fruit smoothies tomorrow morning.
It is so good to be home.
Not to take away from the trip back to Colorado. It was wonderful, for sure! So many friends and family.
I am not trying to rub it in to those in northern climates. Just expressing my enjoyment of paradise. I know many people who love the cold, fires in fireplaces, snuggling on the couch and simmering soup. To each their own.
I sure hope the fun lasts...
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