Sat. August 9, 2008
"The air is warm with moisture that sticks to your skin. A black mist of water wrapped around you like a warm blanket. I have found my true love - humidity. We get into taxi after taxi. They are dirty and driven by little men. Chinese, Panamanian, Black. Everywhere we go there is loud reggae music pounding out of the blackness of the night. Spanish is everywhere. Arguing the price of the taxi. Laughing. Loco - to much. You won't take advantage of this gringo. And it's only four dollars. Four dollars is to much. Yes. Loco. Honking horns all vying for the same spot on the road. At the last second someone wins and we all avoid crashing into each other. And for some reason I feel perfectly safe as I am thrown around the dirty back seat. Start stop. Start stop. The smell - sometimes it is the stink of the ocean, then sweating bodies, then sewer, then the thick incense wafting out of our taxi's trunk. The streets are dirty & littered with garbage. The causeway, by the Pacific, sports American cuisine and shops. The whole city is a mix of nice new stores right next to old dirty poverty stricken concrete boxes where the people live. Everyone is rascist but no one cares. My eyes are wide. Trying to take it all in and failing miserably.
My first night in Panama. Starting on the left side of the table, Vielka, her daughter (I forget her name), Nate Herrington (Mark's MTC comp.), Kerry Ellison, Brian Ellison, Mark & Me!
Mmm, yummy Pina Colada's.
Luis Prado. My new favorite person. Mark baptized him and he was our personal guide through Panama - ensuring that we didn't pay a cent to much for the taxi.
Welcome to Panama. The food was pretty yummy... for the most part.
Sunday August 10, 2008
"We wake up early to go to the temple dedication. It is wonderful. I love to see the Panamanian saints. They are thrilled to have the Prophet in their midst (so are we by the way). As they seal in the cornerstone of the temple a large clap of thunder peals through the moist air. Lightning flashes and the down pour begins. The horizon disappears as sheets of water pour from the heavens. President Monson makes a couple of jokes about the weather and then marches back into the temple telling everyone to "fall in line." The dedication resumes. This part of Panama city is wealthier. I see lush jungle growth all over rolling hills. Across from the temple looks like jungle. There are all kinds of noises echoing up from the canopy of trees - birds, bugs, monkeys - I think. Already the ground is dry from the rain storm and the sun is beating down on us- moist, hot. I think my toes might get sunburned.
President Monson told us a story about a couple who tried to live frugally and modestly and the Lord blessed their investments. They came to the Prophet with 3 million dollars and told him they wanted to help build temples. He let them choose the temples and they gave 1 million dollars to help build the Panama temple. What great examples in a world of such materialism!!
After the dedication we checked out the Panama canal. One 7 world wonder down. Six more to go!
Sunday night we went to a huge mission reunion. There were at least 5 or 6 mission presidents and then a whole bunch of past missionaries that came back for the temple dedication. This was one of my favorite parts of the whole trip. I loved hearing their experiences while in the service of the Lord. Many of them wept as they expressed their joy in reuniting with old missionary companions and friends and finding each other still strong in the faith. Some of their stories were hilariously funny and I got a tiny little glimpse of the sacrifice that it truly is to serve a mission. There was a very sweet spirit there that was the fruits of good people finding joy in the gospel.
Mark, President Boren (Mark's Mission President) and Nate (MTC Comp).
Monday, August 11 2008
It is 5am. We are sitting outside the mall a block away from our hotel waiting for Tito to pick us up to go to San Blas. This is going to be crazy. We have a lot of mud hills to climb. Vamos en un pickup. We just stopped at Pacore for breakfast. 2 scones with thick granules of sugar on top. Yummy. I can't believe I ate them. 
The restaurant was one small room. Very dirty. We are driving across the Isthmus of Panama. Last night we slept on the coast of the Pacific and tonight we are sleeping on an Island in the Atlantic. The vegetation is everywhere and it sings. Literally.
The restaurant was one small room. Very dirty. We are driving across the Isthmus of Panama. Last night we slept on the coast of the Pacific and tonight we are sleeping on an Island in the Atlantic. The vegetation is everywhere and it sings. Literally. The jungle soil where they have carved out the road is yellow, red, & orange. At one point we were going down the road sideways. I thought maybe we would just roll down. Ha. Loco here.
Once Tito gets us to the river we climb aboard Fidelio's cayuko. It fits 16 people for now, but could hold lots more. The river water is a muddy brown because it is the rainy season. The jungle is receding a bit as the open ocean draws near. The air smells better. It is good to be out of the dirty city. The air is calm and the water is still.
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So cool, very jealous.
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