I stepped from the shower at the exact moment I heard my husband desperately beckoning me to our balcony at Casa Caracol, Panama. What could be
happening? A Tsunami, perhaps? Quickly, I slithered into my bottoms and thinking
we were alone, cupped my boobs and ran outside. A cleaning lady stood next door,
photographing the mysterious spectacle too. Giggling, I ran inside to add some cloth to my upper regions, returning to the balcony amidst a cartoon cloud of smoke.
Something extraordinary was happening, alright…cows.
We've been on back roads in Central America during a cattle drive many times. Once, an errant cow almost sideswiped our driver's side mirror. But seeing cattle
wrangling on the beach is priceless.
Only in Central America…