New Friends, Diaper Rash, Lice, and an Early Departure

I am sitting on the big yellow school bus of my youth, now converted into a (still-uncomfortable) medium distance travel vessel mostly for grownups. My groggy two year old snuggles into the crook of my arm while the amiable man seated next to me chats about Noriega and the history of our military in Panama.…

The Panamanian Way?

I have traveled a bit in my life through various countries and locales and have always been a bit wary of taxi drivers, particularly when I stand out (whether through language, accent or clothing) as an obvious foreigner or tourist. ┬áSo as not to offend anyone, I won’t mention which specific countries I have had…