It was not a hard decision, the decision to retire in Panama. I guess I got sick of the cold weather like I’ve already mentioned and wanted something really different. Something tropical. Good weather, I don’t mind the rain when it rains. Life in Panama, I am addicted to it.
I first visited Panama City and it was may the friendly people, the smells, the bustling streets, the music, the tropical, Latin American, Spanish, Miami Beach feeling you get when you’re here. This beautiful mix of the city on the ocean bay, the high rises of the banking district, the old world charm of Casco Viejo.
The beer is cheap here, the women are proud to be women. Everybody dresses nicely, clean clothes, ironed shirts, shoes polished. It’s laid back in that Caribbean kinda way, but the city hustles and bustles. The food in Panama is good, from fish to fusion, open air bistros, street vendors. The entertainment scene is always evolving. The night life is jam packed with locals, in the bars, in the streets, tourists, businessmen and women drinking up and having fun. The music never ends, the nights go on forever or so it seems.
In the bay, yachts, boats, fisherman, cruise liners, freight ships lining up to pass through the Panama Canal. Mountains in the distance. Music in the air. The beeping horns of taxis and crazy drivers.
Most of all I don’t have many complaints. Yes, the electricity is expensive, but the food, the beer, the entertainment and health care is reasonable and cheap. My rent is cheap. And life is good, very good.
I’ve been thinking that I’ll write soon about the night life in Panama, the food. Gotta get to it. I’ve not been posting on my blog as often as I wanted to. Just been lazy I guess.
I’m just loving my life from my little apartment in Panama. My Spanish is improving. The air is sweet and humid. I’ve met so many people here, I could never go back to the cold north. Living the life – that’s my retirement in Panama. I’m an ex-pat now.
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