As blistery snow and hail clog the roads, a winter storm engulfs part of the country in inches of snow. The airport closed and then reopened. Code-Red. "No travel" was the word. I am at peace. A quick check - the weather will be moderate on Sunday when I board the plane to Tocumen, Panamá.

Packing was difficult. Leaving a life behind and with it, 90% of my possessions was a decision guided by airline baggage rules and associated cost than being a glorious benefactor to Christian charity. But I feel good about all that which I did not sell, that household, the hundreds of books, good clothes, electronics - the Full-Monty. Not least because the charity is also clearing my house. One thing less to worry about. Everybody wins.

I have 6 pieces of luggage still. A logistical nightmare. Did I need all these things? I think I did - I do.

It's a fresh feeling to start anew. A new culture, a new continent, a different language, a different country, a thriving city. PANAMÁ CITY - soon. I shall thrive with you, Panamá. Studio 21D for MSP-Waves Radio - it's "just" my condo, overlooking part of the city, even part of Panamá Bay. Going crypto full-time.

Nineteen years I lived here, the place I called home. It's a long time by my standards. I am no stranger to moving to different cultures, embracing different continents, countries, cities, discovering the new, leaving the old behind.

Home is wherever I hang my hat. It is a Panamá hat this time. I like the sun. I like summer. I like blue skies, and walking in shorts on Christmas day. I like the swimming pool at the property. I am excited and at peace. For the Panamanian Laissez-Faire attitude is me. Besides, I like siestas.

As I am waiting for a room to become available, I am sipping a Chardonnay, watching people watching people.

I went to the bar to order my glass of Vino, the bar tendering middle-aged lady, slow but friendly said: "There's no food, till about 4 pm. The chef left, getting himself an order To-Go elsewhere." I might skip dinner here. My slimline shirts don't fit me now. It's a shame! They shall be my size again. They better be - I brought a lot of them!

I hope you enjoy my Panamá diary. Everything is in slowmo just now it seems. Out of the old, in a holding pattern - as I escape the country, this society, the oppression, the evil that so many are oblivious of - for so long. Time to breathe again.

~Chris (globo)

Thank you for reading.

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