My Thoughts · Panama

Bird Watching in Panama

On Friday, February 27, Lin, my husband and I went on a bird watching trip with our landlord’s nephew, Jason Lara, to see quetzal birds. I have wanted to see one since I was in my twenties visiting Maya Indian ruins in Mexico. The Mayans revered the quetzal bird and used their feathers in their costumes.

Costa Rica—Looking for Birds, Especially the Quetzal

In 2020, we went on a bird watching tour in Costa Rica, but I was dealing with cataracts at the time and a camera that wasn’t working well, so I didn’t see one at all. Groups of people ran here and there as the guides sighted the birds flying from tree to tree. Our tour guide then took my iPhone and got a photo off of his telescope that was fantastic, but I never saw it with my own eyes, so it felt incomplete.

Quezal bird - Costa Rica
Male Quetzal in Costa Rica in 2020

Boquete, Panama Bird Watching

On Friday, we looked and waited patiently for 2-3 hours—patience is a virtue. I took a lot of nature pictures because the setting was gorgeous. But we gave up because the clouds rolled in and the evening approached, and we only saw a pair of quetzals fly overhead.

Jason told us he would add us to his short list of people who didn’t see a quetzal—we were number 5!

As we wandered our way through the jungle back to the restaurant at TreeTrek, we saw a male quetzal—that’s the one with the bright turquoise color and long tail and plume, but once again my camera didn’t work. It focused on the leaves and branches between us and not on the quetzal. Jason’s pictures begin this post.

However, I did get some photos of a beautiful bird there—I think it’s a hummingbird. What do you think?

Once Again—My Repeated Bird Watching Story

But once again, Jason, our tour guide saved the day and put pictures on my iPhone using his high-powered telescope. And once again, my desire to see a male quetzal in the wild ended sadly.

We moved to the patio of the TreeTrek’s restaurant. Jason set up his telescope to keep watching, turning it towards the tree where he and Lin saw the male quetzal. I turned and with the naked eye, I saw turquoise and Jason exclaimed, “There’s a female.”

I high-fived with Lin and set up my camera, but it had flown away before I could find it again. It was a long distance away, but I saw the turquoise and that felt good—I’ll take it anyway I can!

Afterwards, we shared a delicious tropical drink, chicken bits and French fries, visiting and enjoying the evening with Jason.

Finally,

I haven’t given up. I plan on going on another bird watching tour with Jason in the future, and I plan on seeing and photographing a quetzal—and you will see, I promise!

This is short this week, because I’m sitting in the Houston airport writing it. I’m on my way to Albuquerque today for few days and then on to our ranch in southeastern Colorado to see my brother.


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I saw a female quetzal! Yahooooo! Now, I want to see a male!

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Day 23 – The 10 Coolest Places I’ve Visited

Passports & travel stuff - coolest

In the last fourteen years since Lin and I have married, we have visited the coolest places all over the world. Here they are!

Nestled on the top of a mountainous plateau, this town spoke to my heart. We didn’t ride the mules up to Santorini, but we walked down among them. The views were amazing and it felt like a magical city.

While we were in Rome, Lin became my tour guide because he’s so good with maps. I clocked 27,000 steps in one day as he took me from one historic sight to another. To end the day, we did a gastronomical tour that required still more walking, but it was amazing. We savored the food and the fun with the guide.

We visited Naples twice on a cruise, but we didn’t see much of the city, but we went out to two major sights I will never forget: Pompeii and Herculean. Unbelievable history at its best! So, I always connect them with Naples.

The day we visited Munich, our tour guide spoke several times of places Hitler spoke at or had been at, and it resonated with my soul. I had read about the horrors of the Hitler regime, but to hear his name connected with buildings I saw as we drove by shocked me. The tour guide emphatically warned against the Neo-Nazi groups of today.

The castle on the hill overlooking the city stands out in my mind as I think of Edinburgh—so majestic, so regal. After touring the castle, we had a delightful time walking the Royal Mile, shopping and enjoying the culture. A young man adopted us and helped Lin buy a kilt and all its accessories there!

I booked our accommodations there and wanted an inexpensive place. We ended up in a hostel with spartan accommodations that met our needs. I had to leave my driver’s license as collateral for a blow dryer, but it was right across the street from the Guiness Storehouse, so that worked out well when we did the tour.

We saw “Les Misérables” in a theater on the West Side of London and my husband said he would never go to a theater in the states again—it was so outstanding!

Once again, Lin’s mastering of maps helped us use the subway there like experts!

The brilliance of Antonio Gaudí’s artwork graces so much of Barcelona, but my favorite is the Sagrada Familia. When we toured it, the structure and creativity overwhelmed me. I remember the light radiating through the stained glass windows and just walking around in a circle to capture it all.

As we watched a Flamenco dance troupe perform, I had to pinch myself. The beauty and stylistic nature of Flamenco dancing has always captivated me, but to actually be in Seville watching it was surreal! The skirts, the clicking of the castanets and the soulful music filled the air. Again it was magical and the coolest!

We had an extra day in Lisbon because of an unexpected delay, so we went to Óbidos on a tour. This walled city felt like a step back in time. We enjoyed shopping and sampling goodies throughout the town and didn’t want to leave.

Wow! As I identified these ten coolest places I’ve visited, I realized I could add to this list probably ten more. Our world offers such great places to visit! Make sure you visit one or all of these!

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Day 21 – Here and There!: A Poem About Two Places

juggling - here

For most of my adult life, I have struggled with “here” and “there.” I grew up, moved and had my adult home but my home in Branson, Colorado always called to me.

After our move to Panamá, this poem came up when I was visiting in Branson in December 2025. Witness my current struggle with “here” and “there”!

Here & There: Juggling Two Lives

The familiar train whistle blows

                  And I know I’m home

                                    In Branson,

A sound that echoes through my childhood.

The wind blows

                  Dust devils twirl on the plains.

The mesa towers to the southwest of us.

Saddlerock hangs to the west

                  As another reminder of home.

This my here now!

Our family ranch calls to me

                  Dad voices his familiar stories

                                    In my heart

                  Granddad looms large in my history

                  Mom’s sweet presence and squeals of delight

                                    Echo in my soul

                                    Memories overflow

                                                      Even though they’re gone.

Now, sitting beside my brother

                  With our stories.

He’s the only one who can verify their truth

                  Our stories

                  Our family’s stories

Sometimes quiet fills the truck cab

                  Dust swirls

                  Silence

                  Reverence for our shared lives

My brother opens up while we ride around

                  Safe

                  With deep stories

                                    His childhood disappointments

                                                      At our community church.

                                    I never knew!

                                                      Why???

The familiar sights

                  Cholla cactus

                                    Graceful with arms extended

                  Yucca

                                    Sharp spikes pointing heavenly

                  Pinon pine trees

                  Cedar trees

                                    The smell I love!

                  Oak brush, orange at this time of the year

                  Dead trees ravaged by drought and bugs

                  A windy trail, bumpy with rocks

                                    Reminds me of a Canyon Lullaby!

We try to make daily trips to the ranch,

                  But our busy schedule doesn’t allow.

Each trip feeds my soul, my spirit, my heart!

The train whistles in the background

                  Of my life here

                                    Several times a day

                                    Welcomed and comforting!

This house I inherited overflows

                  With Mom and Dad

I just used Mom’s pressure cooker

                  To cook spaghetti noodles

                  She called it her “Poor Man Microwave.”

Dad’s pot on the stove

                  To add some humidity to this dry climate.

Here my life is

                  Ranch business,

                  English, English, English!

                  No one knocks on my door anymore               

                                    My brother only

I visited my 96-year-old friend

                  But she’s failing!

That’s the here, but underneath

                  The “there” beckons!

Life there!

Our new life in Panama

                  Green jungle surrounds us

                  New friends live near us

                                    They knock on my door.

                  Beautiful clear mornings as we look towards

                                    Vulcan Barú

                  Rainy afternoons during the rainy season now.

Our life carved out

                  Two markets for fun and people

                  A knitting group

My recovery group

Basketball games, following one of our landlords

A more relaxed life

                  Less stress

                  US politics not the focus

No dishwasher in our rental house

                  Gives me time looking out the window

                                    At the green

                                    The colorful flowers

                                    The hummingbird buzzing the lavender flowers

                                                      Being present

                                                                        A gift!

Here my life is

                  My book business

                  Spanish, English, Spanish

                                    Which I love!

I never planned to move

                  To Panama

I planned to live and die in Tijeras

                  And visit Branson

My here and there

                  Used to be Tijeras, then Branson

But we stood on our decision and morals

                  We said no to the insanity

                  We took action,

                                    Well planned by Lin

                  And it happened

Here and there—juggling these two lives

                  When I’m here, I think of there.

                  When I’m there, I yearn for here.


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I shared this on Monday with my Writing Group from New Mexico at a Zoom meeting. One person’s critiqued: “I loved the homeyness of it. Also, I can relate to the train because I had a train in my childhood. I also love the line – ‘The “here” now.’”

Another writer in the group shared he loved the visuals and it felt so many of the topics in it were universal.

Finally,

Juggling the here and there has become an art for me—I’ve done it my whole life. What are your thoughts about this poem? Any line resonate with you? Any topic remind you of something in your life? I hope it did and please share it.

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Here or there? Where am I?

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Day 10 – Volcán Barú Tour With a 97 Year-Old Tour Guide!

Paul, Lin and Marteta -  Volcán Barú

Today we toured the back side of Barú Volcano with Paul a 97-year-old geologist on the way to Volcan. What an explosion of information!

Twenty plus people rose early this Saturday morning to go on a much-anticipated tour with Dr. Paul Myers, retired geologist who just happens to be 97 years-old! Because of safety issues, they had to downsize the group by half because of stopping on roads with no shoulders. So several people agreed to go on the next tour!

Then we headed towards Volcan, down a windy road through the jungle. We had several stops where we gathered around Paul, Michael and Marteta, his assistances to hear his detailed description of the way the volcano had affected this area and their input. He described Volcano Barú, as “a half-ass volcano” because of the way the volcano cut away part of the mountain. Also, Paul let us know that it erupted every 400 years and we are now at 500, so watch out!

Immediately we learned about the lahar plain that extends all the way down to David. I had to learn geology terminology immediately.

Lahar plain is “also called a volcanic mudflow or debris flow. A mixture of water and volcanic debris that moves rapidly downstream. Consistency can range from that of muddy dishwater to that of wet cement, depending on the ratio of water to debris. They form in a variety of ways, chiefly by the rapid melting of snow and ice by pyroclastic flows, intense rainfall on loose volcanic rock deposits, breakout of a lake dammed by volcanic deposits, and as a consequence of debris avalanches.”

https://volcanoes.usgs.gov/vsc/glossary/lahar.html

Another geological term I learned was debris avalanche, “Moving masses of rock, soil and snow that occur when the flank of a mountain or volcano collapses and slides downslope. As the moving debris rushes down a volcano and into river valleys, it incorporates water, snow, trees, bridges, buildings, and anything else in the way. Debris avalanches may travel several kilometers before coming to rest, or they may transform into more water-rich lahars, which travel many tens of kilometers downstream.

A debris avalanche rushes down the side of a volcano to the valley floor. Many such debris avalanches transform into lahars and travel tens of kilometers from the volcano. Typically, the scar created by the avalanche leaves a horseshoe shaped crater on volcano’s side.”

https://volcanoes.usgs.gov/vsc/glossary/debris_avalanche.html

As we traveled to Volcan and stopped along the way, we saw evidence of both of these. Near the Cuesta de Piedra, we experienced a lahar plain on one side and a debris avalanche on the other.

Paul kept sharing so many details about how the volcano affected the area. He dazzled us with his unending knowledge and pleasant personality. I took notes on my iPhone, but they probably won’t mean as much to you as they do to me.

andecite rock - Volcán Barú
Sample of antecite rock

Paul told us the rock here is andecite which I had never heard of before. He showed us a sample and identified the different components of the rock. It looked so different from the lava rock I grew up with.

  • Baru is a “half-ass volcano.”
  • You can read the landscape.
  • You need to geologize your vocabulary.
  • This scenery is telling its own history.
  • Give or take a million years!

For lunch, we stopped in Volcan and had a traditional Panamanian meal which I love. It cost about $5 a plate.

When we arrived below the Volcán Barú Parque Nacional, Paul slowed us down to listen to the quiet and enjoy the serenity and spirituality of the place—no loud music, no jet streams overhead, just peace and quiet. He encouraged all of us to return by ourselves and enjoy the place in a more solitary manner. A lonely tree grew out of a rock!

After a short hike, we returned to the visitors’ center and took pictures of Volcán Barú, but the clouds covered the summit. But because we waited, the clouds moved on and I got this gorgeous picture. Here we stood at 6000 feet—Volcán Barú stands 11,000 feet at its summit.

I grew up near Capulin Mountain, a volcano in northeastern New Mexico and had visited it often with family and visitors. It has a crater to go down into and the area is surrounded with lava rock, so different from Panamá. This all felt so familiar yet so different.

Now I live facing Volcán Barú with a magnificent view of it out our living room window—another volcano, but now I know so much more about this unique one. A delightful day with friends learning about the major figure in our area, Volcán Barú. Paul called him, grandfather-abuelo!

Larada - Volcán Barú
We all need to get outside more! Nature is calling!

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