Writing has not been a priority this week. My son Nicholas is visiting and we have been enjoying friends, food and walking, actually hiking. My discovery of hiking in nature is growing weekly. It began when a friend lured me to the Pipeline trail, then I joined Jere and her Boquete Nature Hikes group for a hike down Jaramillo to the AES reservoir and then back up, up was the hard part. I corrupted that hike by breaking out the wine and cheese at the half way point.
This week four of us took a trail that we should have avoided on Wednesday. Down Jaramillo where horses fear to tread, after much slipping and sliding in the mud we arrived on the Alto Jaramillo road, one way to Lucero the other to the Wilson Bridge. It would have been near impossible to return the way we came because of the wet slippery clay. Our solution was to follow the road, we turned right to the bridge and should have turned left to Lucero and back up through La Estrella. The penalty was long. After a lot of walking and two rides we finally returned to our starting point.
I am always impressed that People here will stop and offer a ride to a ragtag group wandering down remote roads. We were so over extended on this hike we took two rides, one from a employee working on the Bella Vista project and another from an expat neighbor. I think we would still be walking without those rides.
Once we did return, it was for a lunch treat, Paella made by chef Anna and an incredible flan by her associate Myrna.
The paella was an excellent repast after four hours plus of sliding and hiking, the flan was beyond anything I have ever tasted.
Being a glutton for punishment Saturday was four more hours on the trail with Jere and her troop, this time in Palmira where we ended up overlooking the Valley over eastern Boquete down to Brisas and Los Molinos. Sorry no photo.
Once we returned and rested it was off to La Posada to listen to and dance to Mariachis. I never danced to Mariachis before, another new experience and we were not alone, it appears more people are discovering La Posada on Saturday nights.
Finally we dragged off to Coca Cola for a bit more of the aerobic exercise called Salsa dancing. Exhaustion did finally hit near midnight, an early night.
Hiking, eating, drinking and dancing, in all made for a great week.