Wow, that was really wow and a good surprise. Also cool because it was a normal working day, so we could see the back and forth of people doing stuff. This small Palace, was inaugurated in 1923 and it has this name because herons were given to its first president. They have some 5 or 6 herons wondering about its entrance and a Spanish style courtyard. The Palace is located in the old part of Panama City, called "Casco Viejo" and oh man... that area is like Disneyland for photography lovers. Just fascinating! Joel and I went to Casco Viejo on Saturday and came back home with just over 200 photos. The reason why you haven't seen them yet is because I still don't know how to summarize it in just a few pictures, LOL!! It's now a World Heritage Site and therefore being restored. Some houses have already been restored, some are being and some are still old falling apart! Just magnificent!
Our life here in Panama is doing fine. My real routine has not yet been established but a "plan B routine" is in force. The good, excellent, fantastic and awesome news is that both our containers are finally sailing, they have finally left Namibia, obaaa!! They are now sailing to Cape Town, then NY and finally to Panama so we still have another 7 weeks or so before we can actually see our stuff, but never mind, they are now moving!!
You know, this thing of moving to a country to open an office that will take care of a whole massive big piece of land is really great for your moral and your partner in life, in this case, me, gets really proud of darling husband with loads of back tapping and hugs.
However... letting my steam off a bit here, it's quite demanding because... on top of getting used to a new culture, understanding new customs, new language, new food/ supermarket bla bla bla you don't have, right away, that fairy dearest person, AKA your husband's assistant to help you with all the cultural matters, including here, playing GPS too. You are so alone that it's not even funny!
Last year, I gave Joel a nice little toy, a Tom Tom GPS and to be really the cool wife, I gave him the top of the line model. Well, it so happens that freaking Tom Tom doesn't carry in their library maps of countries outside the "Lancome circuit", so... a lot of street guessing is going on at the moment. I am not a map reading person. Joel and Alice are, but Anna and I are not. Usually, what we do is one of them reads the map and I do the driving. However, as Joel, Alice nor Richard (our nickname for Tom Tom) are not always next to me, I have to get plan B into action. Plan B dictates to always have enough cash on hand to pay a taxi to escort me back to areas I can call home.
On top of plan B, I sometimes have to go for plan C, which is returning home from a trip to a more distance shopping mall at night and not finding a taxi available for plan B. In these circumstances, I inevitably get home via God knows where. Wednesday night was one of those days. I surely got loads of wrong rights and lefts to return home and it felt like going from London to Edinburgh via Prague.
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