My Thoughts · Panama · Panama City

Panamá City Delights: Being a Tourist & 14th Anniversary!

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Lin & Larada at Panama Viejo

Panamá City delighted us this week as we toured some local sites but mainly accomplished our goal: we applied for our e-cedula! And buried somewhere within our flight to Panamá City and everything—we celebrated our fourteenth anniversary!

I filled these two days with packing for five weeks in different climates. I packed items in my medium-sized bag and then put it inside my big suitcase. Yes, that big suitcase will be full when I return on December 2.

After two months, I finally got my hair cut in Boquete on Tuesday, and the stylist pleased me with the cut. In our Spanish conversation, she had a hard time understanding me wanting the top “spiked,” so it’s not as short on top as usual. Also, I learned something very interesting. She styled it with no gel or hairspray—just natural. OMG! I haven’t worn my hair that way in decades, and you can guess what I did the next day when I styled it—gel and hairspray.

Our dear neighbor, Ruth, drove us to the airport in David to catch a 9:44 AM flight to Panamá City’s Tocumen International Airport.

Joel, our trusty Uber driver, was there and drove us to the Marriott Panamá Hotel which is attached to the Albrook Mall. Our drive took longer because we passed two car accidents, but it gave us time to catch up. Joel pointed out the Tribunal Electoral de Panamá building to us as we drove by on our way to the hotel. Unknowingly, I booked our hotel about ten minutes away from where we needed to go on Friday to start the process for the e-cedula.

We settled in and immediately went to the mall to grab a late lunch.

Because the weather was iffy, we spent the day going through the Albrook Mall. It has over 700 stores and three food courts and lots of ice cream stores for Lin!

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In the Costo store, I found a bathing suit and went to try it on. Two young women stopped me at the door and spoke in Spanish. I asked if anyone spoke English; they both shook their heads no. The one speaking repeated her request three times, and I finally figured it out—I had to try the bathing suit on over my clothes! Very interesting. I ended up buying it because it was not too expensive, so if it didn’t work, I could give it away. When I tried it on back in the room later, I liked it!

Surprisingly, we found a Skechers shoe store, and we both bought a new pair of shoes. I bought bright orange. Lin bought a pair of wet shoes!

That evening we watched the Thursday Night Football game. Then we prepared for the big day—Friday, October 24. We’ve had this appointment for a couple months and anticipated it.

I connected with Joel, our Uber driver, early that morning. He’s so responsible. Joel had battery trouble in his car, so he called another Uber driver for us!

Thankfully, we arrived early and met up with our “Fixer,” Jennifer and her husband, Ariel. She also had another couple she was helping. I had dreaded this day because, Lorrie, our friend who went through this process last week, warned me about the picture requirements—wear a dark shirt, no big earrings, no bangs on your forehead and put your hair behind your ears. Jennifer also emphasized these items in an email.

Jennifer had folders of paperwork on each couple. My name was called first, so off I went to a desk with Jennifer with a handful of papers. The clerk, Yessica, asked for my passport and permanent visa. She welcomed me warmly and we had a lovely conversation as she worked. Yessica loved my red shirt with the square and round dance logo, “Life is a dance.” She read it to her co-workers and we all celebrating “dancing—bailar.”

Then, I moved over to another desk to pay $50 for the e-cedula card. The clerk asked me what my birthdate and blood type was. Before this process started several months ago, I would not have known it, but we have had to have a couple of blood tests, so I know it now.

Then I moved to another desk for the dreaded picture! Joshua, the clerk, greeted me with a warm smile. Then Ariel came over and gave me a clip he had on to keep his Yarmulke on, being a practicing Jew. I clipped my bangs completed over to the right. Then Joshua politely reminded me to pulled my hair behind my ear on my right side.

Joshua took four or five pictures, telling me to look left, then right, to tilt my chin up then down. When he finally decided he had one, a colleague came by and they both laughed at the picture. When I looked at it, I flinched! I have a large forehead I cover with hair—that’s all I saw!

But I was finished! And the rest of the group finished quickly. In fact, Jennifer said we finished the fastest she had ever experienced. We finished in less than an hour, and she had originally warned us it could take two hours. Our e-cedulas will be available in five days.

After a celebratory drink and snack with our group, Joel picked us up and took us to Panamá Viejo. Lin specifically wanted to go there to buy THE PANAMA BIRDING BOOK, An Illustrated Field Guide to the Birds of Panama. It’s sold in limited places only in Panama City. So we bought it immediately, and I even bought my own copy because I like to mark books up, and Lin hates that!

We had no idea what a delight Panamá la Vieja was! Joel, our Uber, driver had pointed it out as we crawled a long the way on Wednesday. Here’s what it is:

“also known as Panamá la Vieja, is the remaining part of the original Panama City, the former capital of Panama, which was destroyed in 1671 by the Welsh privateer Henry Morgan. It is located in the suburbs of the current capital. Together with the historical district of Panamá, it has been a World Heritage Site since 1997.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panam%C3%A1_Viejo

So all dressed up in long pants and a warm shirt, I hiked to the top of the famous tower with Lin. We had a leisure lunch, entertained by the bird above. We met a couple from Philly and Lin immediately bonded with them over the Philadelphia Eagles. It was a beautiful day with no rain, but I was soaked with sweat!

On the drive back to the hotel, Joel told us about another attraction to visit, the Parque Muncipal Summit. He felt we would enjoy it on Saturday, so we took him up on it.

Joel picked us up at 9:15 AM and drove us to the Parque Muncipal Summit. As we traveled, the Panama Canal was on our left side, and we saw ships either coming or going. Camp Clayton was on our right and houses Ciudad del Saber, the City of Knowledge, a great use of the former military base. When Joel dropped us off, we agreed he’d pick us up at 1:00 PM.

The Parque Muncipal Summit “is a botanical garden with a facility for rescue and wildlife rehabilitation of exotic and native wildlife in central Panama.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parque_Municipal_Summit

Our journey began with a luscious walk through tropical vegetation and flowers. What a treat! We saw a harpie eagle, Panama’s national bird. Then we wandered the lush green botanical garden, seeing a lonely jaguar who called for his friend, the puma, who they moved to another enclosure. We saw ocelots and so many monkeys. Many of these animals are rescued!

Somewhere in the morning we realized we needed more time, so I texted Joel to pick us up at 2:00 PM. He thought that was hilarious!

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I had two favorites attractions! Three sloths—in Spanish perezosos which literally means “lazy”—entertained us. We stood so close to them as they ate carrots and other goodies—slowly, methodically and deliberate.

My other favorite was the Butterfly Pavilion—Casa de Domo. They had two Blue Morpho butterflies. I had seen them in Costa Rica in 2020 and one landed on my hand. Of course, I wanted another to do that, but it didn’t happen.

Because we stayed longer in there, the attendant came in and gave us a private tour of the place and showed us butterfly eggs on a leaf and told us inside stories about the place—what a treat!

On the drive back, Joel told us the ships on the Panama Canal go from Pacific to the Atlantic in the morning, the Atlantic to the Pacific in the afternoon, and in the evening both directions. What a system!

Yes, the day was fantastic and a delight!

Today has been football day for us. Lin’s Philadelphia Eagles won and so did my Denver Broncos, so we’re good.

We made one last trip to the Mall and had ice cream at our favorite place. We just packed. Tomorrow Lin returns to David and then to Boquete (Jaramillo Abajo), and I fly to the US for a few weeks to visit my brother and friends in Albuquerque.

Being a tourist in Panama City delighted me, and I feel like we accomplished something by checking one more task off our list for our move to Panama. Life is good!

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Why Is It So Hard to Travel to London?

Two flights to London in my lifetime: once in 2017 and now again in 2019–each time a nerve-wracking experience!

On July 19, 2019, Lin, my husband, and I started the first leg of our trip to London for a twelve-day cruise of the British Isles and flew from Albuquerque, NM to Denver, CO. We got our flight through Norwegian cruise lines, and the one catch was that it had to be through a major airport, so that’s why we had to go to Denver.

We live in the east mountains above Albuquerque and the drive to the airport takes about thirty minutes. Most of our travel is on I-40, and there was an accident in front of us, but –thank God—we saw the slow down and ducked off the Interstate at a nearby exit. If we had been further down the highway, we would have been caught there and possibly missed our flight. After breathing deeply, we both sighed and realized a near miss.

We both flew to Denver on Southwest Airlines for free which always makes the flight sweet. Also, we flew at 5:50 PM which meant no getting up at O’Dark Thirty to start our adventure.

We arrived in Denver at 7:00 PM, wondering if we needed to eat at the airport before finding the shuttle to the Microtel Hotel near the airport. So, I called the hotel and got a strange response when asked if there was a restaurant within walking distance.

 “There should be!” Lin and I both laughed and decided to take our chance there because food is so expensive in an airport. We maneuvered our bags to level five, island three to wait for the shuttle.

The warm Colorado evening invited us to sit and enjoy the beginning of our travels. It took the shuttle over thirty minutes to arrive, but we relaxed and anticipated our trip. We had originally planned a cruise around the Hawaiian Islands in November but had to cancel it because of the death of a dear friend. We reveled in the fact that nothing could go wrong this time—Norwegian cruise lines had booked our flights and they were professionals. They would allow enough time between flights–nothing to worry about!

When we arrived at the hotel, we saw a restaurant within walking distance, so we registered at the desk. I peered at the guy who had given me such a strange response, and he told the person in front of us that there was a restaurant within 10 seconds of the hotel. I laughed to myself at both responses. We ditched our bags in the room, ate dinner, and had a relaxed, restful night. We had come into Denver a night early so we could catch our flight easily the next day.

When I got up the next morning, I planned on wearing the same clothes, but I could smell BO on my top, so I hand-washed it and then dried it with the hair dryer.

The night before we had reserved a shuttle back to the airport at 12:30 PM and went downstairs to check out about noon, and the shuttle was already there, so we took it. We grabbed lunch at Pandora Express and enjoyed the leisure atmosphere.

Lin and I aboard the Air Canada Flight for Toronto–Excited about our adventure ahead!

Our flight to London started with the first leg to Toronto, Canada leaving Denver at 5:25 PM. Yes, we were early, but we found our gate, and I used the time wisely to work on my current writing project of the Marshall Flippo biography. Great uninterrupted time to work!

Before leaving home, Lin had checked the weather in Toronto, and thunderstorms threatened the area, but no one from the airlines had said anything, so we let it go.

We boarded the Air Canada plane and then sat and sat. For thirty minutes,  a flight attendant walked through the cabin counting the passengers, then one came and asked the person sitting across from us to move at takeoff to distribute the weight more evenly—I had never heard that before.

Awhile later, the pilot announced that they needed to check the air in one of the tires—oh, no! Here we go again! We just lost over thirty minutes!

When it finally took off, I relaxed and worked on my book project. We were to arrive at 10:29 PM and the flight to Heathrow took off at 11:50 PM—plenty of time, I thought. I hadn’t done the math. Lin kept his eye on the flight monitor on the TV and kept calculating and recalculating our arrival time, getting more nervous the farther we went. He shared his concern with me, and we talked to the flight attendant about our possible peril. She assured us there would be plenty of time.

When we got to Toronto, we had to go through customs. Then we had no idea where to go, no idea of the gate number for our flight, and no signage to point us in the right direction. We walked down a hall desperate to find help.

Then we found an Air Canada employee who told us to go to level three to security, so we found level three but had trouble finding security. The lights were dimmed and the only people there were the cleaning crew. Somehow, we found security. He let us through a back door and all I saw in front of me was a long corridor.

The corridor went on and on!

Lin started walking, half-running down the corridor, and I had to run to keep up with him. It went on and on. I tripped once and almost hit the ground, but I steadied myself and kept going. Now he was nearly out of sight rounding a corner. So it was a full-out run now.

When I caught him, we stood at an intersection; only two people were there. Lin ran over to a counter and asked where to go.

“Gate 75.”

The other two people yelled, “Go straight through there and turn right.”

So, we did, and the workers at that gate waved and yelled, “Are you the Millers? They are closing the door right now!” We sprinted over; they checked us in and we walked on the plane and they closed the doors behind us!

The plane had been delayed ten minutes because of a rain delay—oh, my God! That’s what saved us!

We found our seats, sat down and breathed. Sweat dripped down my back and I panted now because of the race we just did. Trembling, I said to Lin, “Why is it so hard to get to London?”

We did make it, and I will take you on our twelve-day adventure cruising around the British Isles over the next few weeks in my blogs.

Have you ever had a travel experience like this? Share yours in the Comments section below.

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Do You Love An Adventure?

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I love any kind of an adventure, but travel adventures and a great road trip are my specialty; however, I was a little apprehensive about this trip because I have some eye problems going on right now, and I worried about it–for weeks. As so often happens, my worries were unwarranted and I had a delightful trip.

My day started with a flight out of the Albuquerque airport at Thursday morning at 6:20 am heading to Walla Walla, Washington. Lin doesn’t like leaving as early as I do. I stepped up to my place in line at the gate just as the Southwest attendant called our group–whew!! My flight west veered off via Denver, Colorado with a short turn-around time. We arrived in Denver early so I arrived at the gate with plenty of time.

Often on flights, I have no conversation with the people near me. On this flight I worked on my Keynote presentation (Apple’s version of PowerPoint), and the woman seated at the window asked if I was a writer–she had read my presentation over my shoulder.

“Yes, I’m doing a presentation at a writer’s conference.”

“My nine year old daughter told me this week she wants to be a writer.”

I encouraged her and told her about some writing apps–a future writer. Those are the kinds of airplane conversation I enjoy.

When I arrived in Seattle, Washington, I had to jockey three bags on the shuttle to get the rental car–one of them transformed into a backpack, so that helped.

Getting the car was the easy part! These new fangled cars stumped me because I regularly drive a 2004 Saturn. To start, I couldn’t get the trunk open to put my suitcases away, but an attendant helped me with a smile. I could start it, but the GPS wouldn’t load because I was in a parking garage. I had to leave the garage and park somewhere to load the maps and away I went.

Now I had a four and one half hour drive to Walla Walla. My goal was to get out of the congestion of Seattle before I stopped. With a dry mouth and my stomach rumbling, I stopped at Snowqualmie resort area for water and a Lunchable. I sat in the parking lot of the gas station and ate, and away I went on I-90 through Snowqualmie pass. I never did figure out how to use the cruise control.

I had no idea I would be driving through the Cascade Range–pine, fir and spruce trees, standing tall and regal along the side of the road. At times, I felt I was driving through a tree tunnel.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief and truly enjoyed the drive through the fall colors, but it rained almost the whole way. At times, I had to slow down surrounded by trucks vooming by. I crossed the Yakima River several times and the Snake and Colombia Rivers–water everywhere it seemed to this dry land, desert dweller.

I couldn’t connect with my husband, Lin, because his phone was dead, so I felt I was on my own, but all was right. I wasn’t sure when I needed to arrive at the hotel, and the heavy rain stopped me from taking pictures of the majestic fall colors.

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The conference last three days.

On Sunday morning I arose at 5:30 am because I had that four and one half hour drive back to Seattle and was told by the rental car clerk to arrive at the airport two and a half hours early because of the security lines. I had passed the crowd when I left the terminal for the rental car shuttle and saw the long lines, so I knew what she meant.

As I pulled out of the Marcus Whitman Hotel parking lot, I saw a gas station close, so I grabbed a coffee and another Lunchable, this time for breakfast. The dark morning made it hard to see, and I dealt with fog off and on the whole trip. I experienced a little rain but mostly fog.

I did stop to take the following pictures as I viewed a valley full of fog and a surprising rainbow.

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On my drive, coming down into a valley of fog & a rainblow!

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Valley full of fog!

I loved the fall foliage–an amplified collection of bright orange and yellow!

This leg of the trip, I phoned with Lin–to let him know I was on the road, then he texted me vital information–his football team, the Eagles were playing in London and the game started at 7:30 am, our time, so he was up and about.

The fall colors were the brightest along the river by Cle Elum, a gorgeous city by the Cle Elum river–orange and yellow leafed trees lined the river.

As I neared Seattle, I stressed over the amount of gas in the car. I bought the rental package where they would fill it up when I returned it, so my job was to bring it back as empty as possible. This new car’s gas meter chimed “Low Fuel” when it was on a quarter of a tank and I was 70 miles from Seattle–that was shocking! Then the needle moved slowly. I kept trying to figure out the cruise control and found a button that told me how many miles left to fill up, but I didn’t trust it, so I stopped and added $5 worth of gas and the gas gauge needle didn’t move at all.

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The gas gauge needle moved. I sweated out the last twenty miles to the airport because the needle hovered almost at empty, and wouldn’t you know it–a horrible car accident happened one and a half miles before the Seattle/Tacoma Airport exit. I inched my way by thinking, “I didn’t figure this possibility in. I hope I don’t run out of gas.”

When I pulled into the Dollar rental return space, I breathed finally–my mind had imagined all kinds of horror stories of running out of gas a few miles away.

Before catching the shuttle, I found the bathroom to relieve myself in preparation for the long wait in line. I caught the shuttle back to the airport, checked my bags and printed my boarding pass. I started to get in the long line to go through security and thought, “Wouldn’t it be funny if I was TSA Pre boarding?”

I looked my ticket over and I was! I backtracked out of the long line and went down to check in at gate 4. One passenger stood ahead of me, and I saw no bins to put my laptop, iPad and my shoes in.

“Where’s the bins?”

The TSA agent smiled and said, “No need. Keep your shoes on and you don’t have to unpack your backpack.”

So what I feared all day–a two and one half hours wait in the line only took five minutes. That freed me to buy a Starbucks, call my husband and relax. I grabbed a quick lunch and had a enjoyable visit with an airport worker from North Africa. I was listening to the Bronco game on my iPad with my AirPods, and he thoroughly enjoyed my enthusiasm.

I slept on the first leg of my return trip home. I sat in the Oakland airport writing the first draft of this blog. When I finished, I had tomato basil soup for dinner and then on to Albuquerque. I read and played games on my iPad on the Albuquerque leg. My husband picked me up at the airport, and the long travel day was done.

I have traveled a lot in my life–I flew all over the USA to meet my ex-husband for dancing. I taught for Lesley College and flew by myself for two years. Lin and I have traveled a lot too. Every trip has its memories. This one makes me chuckle when I think about all the worrying I did. Would I have trouble seeing and driving? Would I get to the Seattle airport early enough?

Once again, I did fine and enjoyed the serendipities of a trip!



Do you like to travel? Have you had an adventure flying? driving? Share your thoughts. I would love to hear from you.


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My Thoughts · Travel

What Did You Do For the 4th of July?

The Horner family had a change in plans. Because of the Spring fire in southeastern Colorado, all the roads into Cuchara, CO were closed–Cuchara has been our Independence Day destination for years.

So I remembered I got an email about WestFest in Red River, NM and Michael Martin Murphey would be there–doing a concert/dance at the MotherLode Bar the evening of July 4. I checked it out and there would be lots going on in that little mountain town—-that sounded like a great alternative.

One sad part for me was that Lin, my husband, was sick and couldn’t join us, so I updated our shenanigans to him with photos and texts all day and evening.

The morning of July 4, 2018, my brother, niece, her husband, their two sons and I left Branson, CO about 9:00 am, making sure we had our holiday wares to wear with us. My niece and her two boys and I love to dress up in our patriotic outfits!

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My Niece and I All Lit for the 4th of July!

We stopped in Raton, NM for gas and refreshments. Our hearts broke as we drove through the fire-ravaged mountains above Cimarron, NM because of the fire there earlier in the year. It came really close to the city and destroyed so much of the natural beauty in the mountains near Cimarron, but the town was spared.

We stopped in Eagle Nest, NM at my favorite jewelry store, Eye of the Eagle, and I added a T. C. (Tommy or Thomas Charlie) necklace to my collection of earrings and bracelet. People already lined the streets already at 11:00 am for the 2:00 pm parade–talk about anticipation!

We arrived in Red River, NM about noon and walked around the vendors in the park–seeing some unique handmade articles. We had a delicious late lunch at Texas Red’s Steak House.

Then we had fun shopping the stores and timed it to see the Cowboy Shoot Out at Frye’s Old Town. I loved the Native dancers from the Taos pueblo–I participated with the dancers and many others in the Friendship dance.

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Eagle Dancer from the Taos Pueblo

From that point, our afternoon became an adventure. During the Shoot Out and Native dancing, my brother spied the ski lift operating, so we headed that direction. We wanted to ride it up the mountain, but it closed just as we arrived. Change of plans again–we saw the Zip Ride and investigated that.

Four of us rode the ZipRide–my niece wasn’t too sure about it, but she did it anyway. She and I rode together, and her husband and oldest son rode together besides us in a separate ride. At the beginning, we screamed moving backwards up an incline, then it was full force forward with more screams and laughter. At the end, I felt like we were crashing through the building, but it stopped abruptly–whew! I loved it!! The price was reasonable at $10 each.

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The Zip Ride in Red River, NM–what a blast!

The two boys–one about eight years old and the other one about twelve-thirteen–were so patient with our shopping, so we turned the rest of the afternoon over to them at the Go Kart place. They had a blast there, and I got some really great photos.

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My Two Nephews Waiting to Ride!

We kicked back for a little while, and I had funnel cake and a corn dog–what a combination. We moved the truck closer to the MotherLode in case the kids wanted to crash early and investigated whether our two youngsters could go in–yes, they could. The bouncer at the door said, “It’s first come, first served,” but they had reserved almost all the tables around the dance floor for the VIP customers, people who paid more for the tickets. How disappointing! We ended up sitting on stools at the bar all night.

They had a bigger crowd than they anticipated, so they had to put 4 – 5 rows of chairs on the dance floor which made the dancing crowded.

Michael Martin Murphey and his band entertained us with old country and western songs and new ones–we enjoyed the old ones more. He had a Native flutist that resonated with my soul. Also a young singer sang and yodeled, “I Want to Be a Cowboy’s Sweetheart,” doing a fantastic job of the old standby.

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Michael Martin Murphey at the MotheLode in Red River, NM 

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A Close Up of Michael Martin Murphey 

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My Brother and Niece Doing the Horner Thing–DANCE!

 

We danced; we laughed; we celebrated the fourth of July like it should be–with family doing something you love!

And who knows–will it be Cuchara, CO next year or back to Red River?

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What did you do for the fourth of July this year? I’d be interested. Do you have annual traditions on this holiday?

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