Full disclosure: I’ve had a few ounces of rum before writing this. I couldn’t really help myself; the Nicaraguan Flor de Caña is such a dangerous mix of deliciously smooth and deliciously inexpensive. After a nice long layover in Panama City — about 8 hours, just long enough for us to get out of the
I’ve received mixed messages in the feedback I’ve gotten back on the blog so far. Some people have really dug the travelogue-y way I’ve been writing. Others have mentioned that they’d appreciate a more concise reading experience; more a series of observations, rather than a running commentary. Fair enough. I figured I’d try the latter
As my bathroom scale can attest, I definitely did not go hungry.