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Dance With Me

Image thanks to metacolor.org

Image thanks to metacolor.org

Once I was back in Colon I resumed my secret passion- dancing! I became interested all over again in going dancing following the radio promotions for dances to be held in Colon. I gathered the nerve to ask my buddy Nick to loan me a jacket to attend a pretty hot dance that was coming up. I had, in fact, begun to replace most of my Sunday best clothing that I had lost in Bocas. Taking a good look in the mirror I also became aware that I hadn’t had a decent hair cut since my odyssey in Bocas and now, it seemed, I must have appeared pretty menacing. Continue reading

The Best Offer of My Life

Picture-Quotes-about-opportunity-11I was more intent on my future and getting my transcripts from Abel Bravo to then connect with the people at the Ministry of Education building in Panama City with those documents. The Ministry, in fact, was in my neighborhood Calidonia. Once I was finished there, I would head back to Bocas Town and there await notification of my appointment to teach. Continue reading

On My Way to Becoming a Teacher

Entrance to the Normal de Santiago de Veraguas.

Entrance to the Normal de Santiago de Veraguas.

It had been a day to remember for me and one of the happiest days of my life. Just to be in the presence of that Lady Governor listening to all that she had to tell me, had awed me. All I could say was ¨Si, Señora! I sure will, Señora.¨ As I left her home, I had said- without flinching- “Thank you very much, Señora, for I am looking forward to this opportunity to serve my country.” Satisfied with this fortuitous visit, I had been too awed to even look up as she led me to the door and stood there in the door way as I left the premises. I was overjoyed to be there at this momentous meeting with the Lady Governor- something strange for even the likes of me.  Continue reading

The Lady Governor

maestrodiadelBocas, being the way it was sizing up to be, found me, for the next week or so staying busy like the trails of ants I often saw just moving the leftover refuse from that churchyard to the beach.  I had decided to use my trustworthy crocus bag and cart to help me tote everything away. The pile of dead branches and cuttings from the hardwood tree appeared to be shrinking. Continue reading