A couple of weeks ago, I finally went down to the Sunday baseball game…the one that occurs on the beach in front of my apartment at low tide. One person I know who lives there says the noise is absolutely unbearable during a game. I can imagine. Between the beer and the music and the yelling and the music and the beer and the impact beer has on yelling…
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And no, I’m not talking about Bush’s visit last week. Isn’t that what they call Air Force One? I’m being literal. Honestly, sometimes life in Casco Viejo seems to fall into that category of ‘who could invent this stuff?’ And everytime, something rich unfolds, it just feels like this little part of the universe is something more special than most.
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NYC to Panama to Ecuador...An ongoing glimpse into my life as an expat.
Photo: My favorite spot in my yard by the Yanuncay River.
