The San Blas archipelago has 365 palm dotted islands sleepily spread out in the flat Caribbean sea off the northern coast of Panama. That's exactly one island for every day of the year. I say San Blas, but the indigenous Kuna people remind me frustratedly that this government given Christian name means nothing to them. It is the Kuna Yala, or the land of the Kuna, that lulls me into a happy and simple existence of swinging idly in hammocks under palm trees and lounging in the crystal clear blue waters for hours.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
The disparities of Panama City are hard to miss. The juxtaposition of colorful, crumbling buildings and soaring skyscrapers housing expatriate retirees is gloomy reminder that development can be cruel and unforgiving. Walk in this city for too long and you will be drenched in sweat and scorched by the sun, but be sure to take a moment to let the hovering vultures lead you to the Mercado de Mariscos, where a real treat awaits.