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This afternoon, I felt completely at peace. I love my job and the city, but there’s nothing like the feeling you get here, just relaxing and lazing in a hammock strung beneath two coconut trees.

That’s what I did this afternoon – recharging my batteries before we head back home tomorrow.

Suzie put up the hammock this morning and spent a few hours reading a book while I bush-wacked around in the jungle (with my Indiana Jones hat on, of course).

After lunch I commandeered the hammock while she went for a swim and I just lay there watching the ocean and the birds. The water here is clear, blue, and warm as can be. The sun makes the ocean sparkle, too. Pretty.

I had a moment today where I stood still, just looking around. This place is nothing like the city. Everything is so wild and primitive. I couldn’t believe that this place belongs to me. It’s like living a dream. Anytime I feel like it, any time I need a getaway from the office, I can just fly down here. Amazing.

Sometimes I think about whether I could live here full time. I decided that I don’t ever want to. I like the city, we have a great apartment, and I love the fast pace. Suzie does too. I have a solid job, I’m moving up fast and there are opportunities to make it big in the corporation.

Buying this place was the best idea ever, though. Buy cheap, sell high. This place is brand new and once the area starts being developed more, people are going to want this – and they’ll pay the price for it, too.

In the meantime, I get to live the good life. Best of both worlds.

This place is amazing. I can’t believe that I’m standing here on my own piece of tropical beach.

We were having lunch on Friday at that little restaurant downstairs and Randy asked, “So what’s everyone doing this weekend?” You should’ve seen the looks on their faces when I said, “Oh, I’m heading out to Panama for the weekend.”

That’s the best part of this. Suzie and I were thinking of buying some land by the lake and building a summer cottage. It would’ve been twice the price of this place just for real estate, and then I’d have to invest in building. The contractor I spoke to said I was looking at spending an easy $200,000 for just a small two-bedroom cottage.

Here I’ve got the surf, the palm trees, the warm air and sun, and it’s a fraction of the price. I can fly down for a weekend or even a few weeks anytime I want. Amazing.

The place is wild, too. It’s like a jungle. Hey – it is a jungle. There are toucans in the trees, and one of them landed right by the breakfast table this morning. Suzie took some pictures.

There are howler monkeys too. I never thought I’d wake up to the sound of monkeys instead of that damned alarm clock. The experience is crazy good. I get a kick out of watching them play – they’re all jumping about and swinging from the branches.

Randy was saying I’ll be like the Indiana Jones of the corporate world. The joke stuck and Friday after lunch, the guys left one of the Indie hats on my desk. I brought it along to wear, and it’s actually perfect for the sun.

The cabana’s great. It’s rustic and makes me feel like this place is some tropical jungle adventure. Ah, but with the little luxuries of easy living – Suzie made some of that great coffee with the French press this morning. I’m going to buy one of those for the apartment when we get back.

We sat together with our coffee and watched the sun rise over the ocean this morning. It was nice. The waves were swishing up on the beach and we could hear the crash of bigger ones on the reefs nearby.

The surf here is amazing, too. I’m going to head out later and catch some waves. First, time for a nap.

I headed down to the end of the peninsula the other day with one of my new local buddies, Juan. When he showed up, Juan had these knee-high boots and a machete, and here I was feeling like a real gringo with my flip-flops.

“No problem,” he said, but let me tell you that it won’t be long before I get my own boots and machete.

We headed down the beach, and as I walked, I realized that I’m already becoming accustomed to the sound of monkeys and waves. It made me feel a true Panamanian.
There is an island that sits off the end of the peninsula, and Juan pointed out that it’s home to nesting turtles that come every year to lay their eggs. No one lives on the island and it’s covered in jungle.

You can walk out to the island from the mainland at low tide, and you can see most of the coast of both Panama and Costa Rica, especially the Osa Peninsula. We didn’t visit the island this time, but I want to go back to explore the place soon.

We passed Mono Feliz hotel (translation: happy monkey), which is a small place with open-air rooms. Juan mentioned it’s popular with the surfers and backpackers that have been coming here for years.

It’s a cool hotel, because they feed the monkeys bananas there every day and they draw in the animals from all over the peninsula. Suzie’s going to get a kick out of that.

The tide was high by the time we reached the tip of the peninsula, so we took an awesome trail the rest of the way. Only the locals use it, and not very many. The trail is right on the edge of the jungle but still close to the beach.

I felt pretty good about that, because Juan mentioned possible animals coming from the jungle. “What kind of animals,” I asked, and Ivon just shrugged. “Snakes,” he said, like it was nothing, and he held up his machete. (So that’s what it was for…)

The trail was pretty interesting, and we had to cross a few rivers. Alright, not rivers, exactly, but wading through the knee-deep water in flip-flops sure makes it feel like you’re crossing a river.

One river was sweet as hell, with this 50 foot waterfall pouring into it. That’s something else I want to explore next time I head out. (With better shoes. And a machete.)

There’s an American who has lived out here for a few years now, and we visited him for a while. He opened an animal sanctuary some time back, and he hopes to revitalize the area’s animal population.

He introduced me to his cat, which turned out to be an ocelot that the guy had rescued as a baby. I could go right into the cage with her, and the “cat” jumped on my shoulders right away to be petted.

She wasn’t very happy when she figured out I didn’t have a snack, and the guy said if I wasn’t interested in wrestling with her, I should think about leaving. Fair enough; sounds good.

By the time we made it back to the beach, I realized that the beach has about five different characteristic areas. Big waves to small waves, rocky beach to sand… this place really has it all and there’s something for every taste.

We made it to the border of Panama (and I use the term border loosely, because it’s more like guessing the last farm is in Panama). That’s about the point when I slipped on a rock and broke one of my damned flip-flops.

Great. An hour’s walk from the cabana through all sorts of terrain, and now I had to go back barefoot.

Ha, not so fast, buddy! Juan whipped out his machete, and before I knew it, he’d found a piece of rope, cut it, made this surgical incision into my flip-flop, tied it back together and I was good to go.

Yeah. I need a machete. Big time.