We left Panamá city for David, and now we are in Boquete, about 1 hour 1/2 from David.

Panamá is a strange city, somewhat a bit schizophrenic. Half of it is old, half of it is new. Anything in between is either demolished or in construction.

It’s a different world here. Palm trees and coconuts, food stalls in the streets, people hanging out chatting at 3:00am, military and policía with machine guns at every corner, tinted windows and bullet proof doors…

We didn’t do anything. Just tried to do some laundry. And yet, we ended up at the police station… and got into a big mess.

As much as I love Canada, I just can’t stand the idea of spending another winter here. As much as I like my job, I just can’t teach another minute. As much as I love my normal life, I need some freedom.