While we wait for the surveyor to place the corner monuments, I thought I would post a few photos of our immediate neighborhood. (Click a photo to view larger, back button to return.)
Looking down the mountain to the Pacific beaches. There are about 200 curves in the road from here to there. See the oil streak in the road? One night a driver missed our curve and took out his transmition. Oops! Fewer beers the next time!
Looking in the opposite direction, the main road ends in town a few kilometers away.
Our current rental house at the corner of the main road.
Looking up the side road from our current house. This is country living in the tropics; I pick the pipas (young coconuts harvested for the water) and bananas from the vacant lot on the left.
We used to rent this house just around the corner from our current house. It came with a full time gardener and it needed it!
Our neighbors half way up the hill have two quarter horses. Cynthia gets to ride once in a while. She and the caretaker go off down the side of the mountain on narrow footpaths to pueblos where not many Gringos have ever been. It is quite an experience to see the mud houses that have been standing for 70 years or more.
Mangos ready for the pickin'. For coffee break, I'll pick a few off a nearby tree, pull out my pocket knife, and Armando and I will enjoy them until we can't eat any more.
Bob H. asked in a comment below, "What's with the Coke sign?" Here's a closeup of one side of the kiosko. There is something really retro about this advertising, and although my last soft drink was in 1980 (OK, I had an Orange Crush about two years ago...), I have enjoyed living with this corporate blight in our front yard for two years. Bob, as a metal worker, you will appreciate the locking mechanism on the steel door I made; the hasp is welded to a piece of 1/2" rebar that goes down through the round pipe and into a hole in the concrete floor. Unlock the padlock, swing and lift the hasp and the door opens. Thanks for teaching me how to weld. It sure has come in handy here in Panama.
Here is the other side of the kiosko. The next photo is a closeup of the graphic.
Nostalgia. The painting is somewhat faded, and I punched the color a bit for effect.
That’s all for now.