Well, the day is almost here. Tomorrow morning, I set out at 7:30 a.m. on a southbound jet to Panama (well, actually to Atlanta first). In all honesty, I am gravely under-prepared for this trip. For my other excursions, I at least made the attempt to figure out a general itinerary beforehand. This time, no such plans have been made. I could chock it up to being overworked and stressed from all my other responsibilities, but that wouldn't be entirely accurate. Obviously, if I wanted to make the time I could. See, that's my problem; I get all caught up in something and I let everything else fall by the wayside. If only I could focus!
Where was I? Right, the trip. My lack of planning is no biggie, because I want this to be a leisurely, open-ended two weeks. The one bit of planning I did take care of was booking my hostel for the first couple nights. I will be staying at the Hospedaje Casco Viejo in which is in an old, historic district of Panama City. It's actually the neighborhood that the president of Panama resides in, so I'm sure it's pretty safe. After two nights there, I will be free to spend the remainder of my trip however I wish. Where I go is yet to be determined, but I imagine that a jaunt westward is in order.
Like Peru, I'll update this blog every few days with the events, pictures and witty commentary that you crave. If I go more than five days without posting, the Colombians probably got me, and it's no use coming after me. Save your tears, my precious feather, for we shall meet again.