Big, new and shiny

We docked this morning punctually at 1000 “at” Panama City. It isn’t exactly near the city, but you can see it from here. There is this pier, off what looks to be an island across the bay from an obvious downtown complete with multiple sky scrapers.  Turns out it is officially called Terminal de Cruceros de Amador and is located on Perico Island.  Also sharing the island are a research center, a nature center, and a ship suppliers. The island is connected to the main land by a long causeway. It is not walkable.

I didn’t remember the terminal from when I had been in Panama City before.  In fact, I don’t remember docking. Rather tenders as I recall since it was low tide and the tide flats here are some of the largest in the world.  The terminal itself is big, new, shiny, and echoing. After all the sea days and changes, I had waited till most fled the terminal.

And, as it turns out, I was right – the terminal is new. Outside the terminal was the expected hordes of mini-bus drivers, cabs, hucksters and the rest. I chose in stead to have a quiet day in the lounge.
 

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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