When I was a child I remember the Maypole and a party for Mayday. Later it became a communist thing and the US forgot about Mayday. It’s real roots were pre Communist, pre Christian, Pagan times. Mayday was a celebration of the coming of summer in Pagan Europe. The Catholic church, not miss an opportunity, took Mayday and turned it into a celebration of the Virgin Mary. Mayday is a fading holiday but in Panama it is a holiday and as all of us know holiday in Panamanian Spanish translates to fiesta in normal Spanish.
We spent Mayday in Rambala, near Chiriqui Grande about two hours from Boquete. Our day was on a very large ranch where they celebrated life, family and a few days without work. On Saturday they slaughtered a pig for a BBQ, on Sunday May Day, they slaughtered a cow.
If your view of beef is shrink wrapped in a Super market the photos of using a machete to butcher and cut beef might be unusual, but if you live on a ranch in Panama it is death and life for those who eat the fresh beef.
What was more amazing that the whacking of ribs was the us of a machete to do think slicing for the BBQ.
Our host, Sr. Mario, took the thin sliced beef and did the cooking over a wood fire.
It is easy to forget how lucky we are to live in this compact land of some many differences and natural beauty.