Still uncertain about my next move and panicky about running out of pages in my passport (humble brag?), I hitched a ride from Playa Panama to San Jose with our Tico neighbors to stay at their home and hit up the embassy to see if a new passport was necessary.
Roberto and Karla have been friends of my family for at least the last eight years, and we’re always excited to see them when we visit our home in Costa Rica. We feel a certain pride in having Costa Rican friends – there’s definitely a cool factor to it. And it doesn’t hurt that they are two of the most wonderful (and beautiful) people ever. They welcomed me into their home like their own daughter, giving me a room, meals, rides all over the city and helped me to practice my Spanish during mealtimes.
After a very quick trip to the American embassy I got the fantastic news that I wouldn’t need a new passport – and thank goodness because that would have required me to hang around for the next 10 days while I waited on it to ship from the U.S. Not that I wouldn’t have loved to stay with Roberto and Karla, but I didn’t want to freeload too much and needed to get back out there on my own. I did some frantic research and found that if I really hightailed it through Panama I could make the sailboat I wanted to take to Cartagena, Colombia.
Early in the morning I took a van transfer and then two ferries to my hostel in Bocas Del Toro (a Caribbean island locale famous of diving, crystal-clear waters, and partying), where I spent two nights. Then one night on a VERY COLD bus from Bocas to Panama City, followed by one VERY HOT night in the capital. Panama was a complete whirlwind, hence the short post, which pretty much just consists of photos from Panama.