Monday, August 22, 2016

Cattle Wrangling


Something pretty amazing happened on this beautiful beach in Playa Corona, Panama.



There's cows in them... there...beaches.









This is one of the coolest things I've ever witnessed in Central America. Sure, we've been on some back roads during a cattle drive. An errant cow almost took off our driver's side window once. But seeing it on the beach, is priceless. 




I was just stepping out of the shower when my husband called me out onto the balcony at Casa Caracol. I put on the first thing I could find, a bottom, and ran out cupping my boobs. But when I saw the cleaning lady, also taking photos, I ran back in to put more clothes on. Ha! Then I snapped as many photos as I could. 

Only in Central America.

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Monday, August 15, 2016

Our Little Friend


We decided to go for a warm, romantic walk on the beach on our first night in Playa Corona. The beach was pitch black and deserted. But we weren't alone. There were trillions of stars salting the sky. They were mesmerizing. In fact, I saw 3 shooting orbs during our stay. There were also a few dim lights emanating from scattered beach Casas, but no other signs of life. Until, on our way back to our room, we heard growling. A guttural, protective kind of growl. Uff da. I was scared. Being attacked by a rabid dog might ruin a gal's vacation. Just a tad. But, we just kept moving and arrived home without getting our necks ripped open. 


The next day, we saw this dog down on the beach. We figured that he was the culprit. 


As you can guess, we soon became fast friends. And Caracol, our vacation name for him, followed us everywhere. 

(Casa Caracol was our home away from home in Playa Corona)


He joined all of our morning walks...


We were side by side on our beach strolls...


When we frolicked in the water, he wanted to come in after us too. But the tides discouraged him. 


As soon as we gave him water...


He followed us up to our room. Good grief! We didn't want a dirty dog inside. But, he didn't stay long. He went back to wandering the beach. 


But he stayed in our hearts. He's still there...

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Monday, August 8, 2016

Playa Corona Sunrise


Playa Corona sunrise. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I can still hear the fishing boats zooming across the tides like clockwork. The top photo is my favorite. Because it is interactive. The man in the middle is giving me a full body wave! And the sun is just barely saying hello.

I'll leave this post wordless until the end. You'll see that each day was only subtly different. Some days were clear and ruled by a white hot orb. Other mornings were draped with scattered clouds. But the gentle warmth of the sun was a constant. And of course, the boats and breakfast weren't far behind. 










Heaven.


 Heaven and hell...those are the dueling themes over at The Chorus of the Crows this week. 

For whom the bell tolls...


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Monday, August 1, 2016

El Valle


We took a day trip to El Valle while we were staying in Playa Corona. It's only a hop, skip and a few curvy turns up to this cool, verdant oasis. The temperature felt pretty refreshing after cooking the books on the beach. El Valle is nestled in the crater of an extinct volcano. I can tell you from experience that it was windy at the top. I was worried I'd be blown clear off the narrow rim where we were parked. This vantage point was my favorite part of the sleepy day trip.


The Crater



Pray you won't fly off.



Our ride.


There wasn't much to do in El Valle. Except enjoy being on vacation. But we did tour a water trickle. I mean water fall. And we had an amazing lunch at Camino del Inka. We had garlic chicken with buttery potatoes and salad. Chicken is so much better in Central America. I suppose chicken was good like that in the states once, in someone's backyard, when there was neck chopping involved. Now, an assembly line of millions of antibiotic injected jail birds, just don't taste the same. 

Then we did some shopping...




There was a nice outdoor market. The best part was the crafts. (not shown) I bought a painted wood plate. My husband bought a Panama man-purse. To put his i-phone in. 


This Rey grocery store was a little too gringo-fied for my taste. I couldn't find many local products. Let's see. Do I want local guava jam? Or Smuckers. Do I want an imported apple? Or a fresh local papaya. Another thing I can tell you from 9 travel years of experience in Central America, is that junk food like cheese puffs taste even better there. I think there's less artificial stuff and more real stuff. You know, the tasty bad stuff.

I love the above dog shot. It was so funny. The dog just sat in the opening, waiting for master and keeping the automatic door from shutting. Being that energy is at a premium in Central America, I'm sure the manager didn't like this dog letting out all the air conditioned air!


At least the gringo mart had local beer.  Which we enjoyed back at the beach. Just another day in paradise.

Meanwhile...

What superpower do you dream about? Is it flying? 


My top 5 superpower picks are revealed over at The Chorus of the Crows...

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Monday, July 25, 2016

Playa Corona


I hope you'll continue your virtual trip with me, as I leave the verdant mountains of Boquete behind and travel to the sizzling shores of Playa Corona. It was 6 grueling hours away by car, and eagerly awaited, in beautiful Panama this year. Every day we wandered the beach at low tide. And cooled off in the tide pools created by a rocky coast. It was an amazing beach. 

Sunrise over the ocean enchanted in the morning and a well salted sky of stars mesmerized at night. Sandwiched in-between all of that, there was plenty of sun and sand.



A stairs to nowhere...



An unusual jelly fish. They are so other worldly.












Birds and butterflies delighted. In fact, other than our beach dog (that we named Caracol) and avian skies, there were very few humans. Heaven.



I brought one of these home and use it as a soap dish.





We were bathing in a tide pool, when an osprey dropped his lunch. We wandered over to the base of the cliff and this puffer was the unfortunate, discarded meal. 

You never know what will turn up at the beach....

So please stand by for many more calm and balmy Playa Corona posts! 

And this week, over at The Chorus of the Crows,


I'm splintering open my travel log. And all that happened there...

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