Before continuing I want to issue a fervent plea to anyone
who has seen the season of spring which has gone missing just when needed most.
It is due to arrive today but Mother Nature apparently never got the memo and
is instead dumping some more snow upon us. I really harbored no desire to learn
what life was like on the frozen tundra of the Yukon. Where’s Al Gore when I
need him?
I had a very funny/exasperating session with my favorite Panamanian
last night. We received via email a draft contract for our second home in
Panama. We’ll be going down there in a couple weeks to sign the contract and
dot some “I’s” etc. etc. with the bank. I printed the contract out and after
dinner we sat down together to review it.
I speak fairly good conversational Spanish (especially after
a couple beers) but some of the technical aspects of the contract (written
entirely in Spanish) eluded me. I didn’t think I had anything to worry about
because I had my resident Spanish dictionary sharing the seat next to me. Or so
I thought.
Whenever I got to a section where I needed help she simply
read the offending section to me, in Spanish. I tried to reason with her that I
was capable of reading but needed clarification, in English, as to what the
questionable section meant. I apparently did a poor job of explaining what I needed
because her next move was to read it again, in Spanish, but much louder. This
went on for about an hour and a half until we both just started laughing (in
Spanish).
I’m very excited that this next phase of our life is
starting to take shape and that I get to spend it with my somewhat spotty
translating service. She of course has much more to recommend her.
We were briefly texted by our Cali-daughter who has re-linked up with the Wingman, in Missouri, of all places.
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