I took New Year's Day off to carry soup made from a ham bone to the
Old Folks Home and attend a party on the beach. By Thursday evening
I had completed three more paintings to send home via a friend and
Malcolm suggested I take a break after almost a month of painting.
Beside the Carribean on New Years Day, with friends, Marilyn Johnson
and Joanne Gadd.
On Friday we flew over the mountains to the Pacific side of Panama.
We stayed in David, the countrys second largest city and shopped
for the things we cannot find in Bocas. That evening we visited my
favorite restaurant, Café Milano, and the owner, Valerio Brunetti,
prepared a delicious fettucine dish with seafood. The journey was
worth it just for this meal, but there was more to come.
Valerio Brunetti working wonders with fettucini.
On Saturday we rented a car and drove into the foothills to visit
Claus and Dorothy Clausen, Canadian friends we first met more than
five years ago during our early days in Panama. The view from their
veranda is breathtaking, looking down on a long expanse of coast reaching
as far as Costa Rica. I plan to have a dinner party for them when
they visit Bocas at the end of this month.
On the Pacific side.
Sunday we drove on rough and deserted roads through farms of sugar
cane, corn and bananas, making our way along the coast towards the
border. On the beach near Puerto Armuelles, we came across a ship
high and dry on the sands. It was as if someone had built a huge sculpture
likening a ship to a beached whale. It was sad to see a ship ending
its days in this manner.
Crossing the mountains, a view of Volcan Baru, Panama's highest
On Monday morning we flew back over the mountains and had a spectacular
view of Volcan Baru. I was ready and eager to get back to my studio.