Each day was another beautiful summer day in paradise and stepping out of my bedroom door onto our back porch, I considered myself fortunate to enjoy outdoor living. Our home soon became busy with guests. In less than 13 months we had visitors from 19 countries. Some nights we barely had a bed to crawl into ourselves.
The internationals who live here are well-traveled with many life experiences, so they have much to write about. A small writing community formed around a monthly breakfast at a trendy local restaurant called Picasso’s, whose artsy name and delicious breakfasts provided space to support, encourage and educate writers. A critique group branched off and provided writing feedback. My next step was to arrange “word tours” to explore and write at Panama’s lovely beaches, waterfalls and mountaintops.
Then overnight, COVID-19 became a reality in Panama. Tourists were sent home and we had no guests—just bills to pay, including our caretaker’s salary. A husband and father of two children, we kept him employed so his family didn’t starve.
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