Rally Point

The visit from my buddies back home continues apace with Keene Friend 1 finally feeling well enough to accompany us on a trip to the mountains yesterday. He’s battling a persistent bug that has defied my Favorite Panamanian’s arduous nursing efforts. That included that ghastly green concoction he downed on Thursday. Before we left, the guys got to witness an annual rite of “spring” here which is the trimming of the beach palm trees and harvesting their coconuts. We were all impressed with this little guy who scaled the trees and then settled into the palm fronds to trim with his mini machete and then lower coconuts to the rest of his team.

The Gang Over Boquete

The Palm Tree Guy Up in the Fronds

Then Lowering Coconuts

The Cantankerous Friend and Keene Friend 2 have made the most of their beach days, with both acquiring impressive boogie boarding skills. They now realize you have to work for the rides as pushing through the surf to get to the launching point is a true workout. That probably explains the accompanying nap time photos. We ended Thursday evening out on the beach for one of our signature beach events – a bonfire. This allowed me to express my pyromaniacal side once again.

Sleeping Beauties

Keene Friend 2 in the Pool

Bonfire Prepped

The Upstairs Neighbors and I identified an offending huge stump that washed up a few weeks ago as our next victim. It was made of some really dense wood which a local had driven on to the beach to salvage, leaving only the huge root and a few smaller limbs. My friends joined me to assemble a large pile of driftwood to build the fire with. Our recently arrived Canadian friends from down the beach also joined us and the Upstairs Neighbors for the conflagration. It was pretty evident, early on, that the root ball wasn’t going to burn but we had a lot of fun trying to encourage it. I went down to inspect late yesterday, it was still smoldering, and we had burned a hole through the root. Next week’s fire will hopefully finish it off.

We Have Ignition!

Bonfire Spectator Gallery

Getting my Pyro On

We went with our standard Boquete visit on Friday and were so pleased Keene Friend 1 felt up to joining us. He particularly liked the cooler temperatures. We went from 95 degrees on the coast down to 72 in the mountains. We made the obligatory stop at the museum overlooking the valley in which Boquete rests but the coatimundis didn’t come out to play this time. We cruised through the coffee plantations to see the basalt cliffs and then the waterfall. Along the way Keene Friend 2 engaged with a street vendor to secure some donuts and some banana cake for my Favorite Panamanian.

Visitors Above Boquete

Keene Friend 2 Shopping for Donuts

Keene Friend 1 and Cantankerous at Basalt Cliffs

Waterfall Gang

A Better View

She had not accompanied us, opting for a day of rest after her strenuous health care responsibilities. We lunched at our favorite Boquete eatery and then I exposed my friends to the pervasive joy of gelato. After some souvenir shopping, we hit the road back to Las Lajas. We were about halfway back when I realized, with the daylight savings time change back in the States, I had very little time to make it back in time for the First Friday Family Facetime call. I may have fractured a few traffic laws after that, including passing a couple cars on the dirt road as we neared the condo. Keene Friend 2 may never voluntarily ride with me again.

Boquete Lunch

And Gelato!!!

The Burned Stump Remnants

We were treated to another fabulous Las Lajas sunset, the last with the Upstairs Neighbor’s visiting sister.  This was followed by assembling at Sunset Pizza for the First Friday of the Week pizza extravaganza. The owner, who usually takes care of us, was away on vacation and she was missed. The pizza was its usual fabulous but the service was the worst we’d ever experienced there. We re-discovered that my Favorite Panamanian is not a fan of typical New England humor where you pick on someone who makes a mistake. The Upstairs Neighbor’s sister rescued us by asking her about a Catholic saint. It was a very fun night that culminated with yet another serving of gelato.

Friday Sunset Crew

Sunset Pizza!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------RECURRING CHARACTERS:                                

ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete – my daughter in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter #3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; CRC - Connecticut Riverboat Captain – another close friend from high school, renowned sailor of the big river; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Czech Connection – Czech couple who’ve become good friends along with their daughter (the Czech Shadow); Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3^rd Musquetera (musketeer); Namesake Nephew – son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member; PanaGals – female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; PCR - Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; PCR+1 - Pittsburgh College Roommate’s wife; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Seis Amigos - two couples from our condo complex and my wife and I; Soxfather – my brother-in-law (whom I miss more than I can ever explain); Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Upstairs Neighbors – American couple and great friends who live in condo above us in Panama; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course