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My Dear Friend Susan Published a post on her blog about our party, and I thought you’d enjoy seeing it!
This gallery contains 10 photos.
My Dear Friend Susan Published a post on her blog about our party, and I thought you’d enjoy seeing it!
I bet youāve been wondering what it takes to have fun here in Panama. Well, luckily Iāve got just the recipe! You start with the completion of a brand new Techo, or Roof for my non-Spanish speaking readers. Then after the sparkly new Techo is completed the required fun must commence with a few key ingredients. The first and most important ingredient for a fun time at this traditional celebration is the food. And , specifically the main dish which is called Mondongo. Basically, this is Tripe, or at least similar to it, let me be more specificā¦.Cow intestines. I knowā¦.many of you may be saying..āYuck!ā Iāll stick to Non-Cow intestines please! And I would not disagree, but the traditional celebration of a newly completed Techo is aptly named a Mondongata because these fun-loving folks here love it! Itās Party Food! Shrug, Iām pretty sure we very likely have a taste for many things they think is crazy as well, so, letās just roll with it, k? Read the rest of this entry
Just when I think Iāve acclimated to living in Central America, and I really got this, I hear myself say something to someone thatās just totally ignorant. Pfffft! And I wanna kick myself! Ya know? Sometimes I have the hardest time with really remembering just what a different world some of my new friends, workers and neighbors live in. Maybe I should give myself a little credit, I shouldnāt say I donāt understand, as much as I just sometimes, somehow, inexplicably sorta forget. As I spend time with Panamanians and feel as though Iām making friends and bonding with our crew of workers I occasionally get a little reminder of how foreign my ways must seem to them. I forget sometimes that weāre from a different culture and that our way is soooooooo not EVERYONES way. I donāt know why or how I could forget such a common sense truth, but, the truth of the matter is, at times, I just do. Humph⦠As much as I desire to assimilate and to fit in here with respect and admiration of the culture of my new home, I may never quite be able to shake what Iāve grown up with as my ānormalā. It will always be a part of me in some way. My hope is that one day the many glaring differences may not seem quite so ādifferentā to me, because Its my goal to learn to acclimate to this place I now call home. Maybe someday Iāll have fewer of these āfoot-in-mouth experiences. For the time being, I just gotta laugh at my faux pas and try to live and learn… Read the rest of this entry