Last night was one of those nights which no travel agency can schedule. I was half-way between Panama City and somewhere, in a no-name bar, in a no-name village. I daaanceed myyyy assssh offff!! I was constanly pulled to the dance floor. My only breaks were going to the bano. I got downright funky ! The more I drank, the better my Spanish got, the better my dancing got and the better looky my partners got! (Ever see a sentence so well constructed with three "gots?" My high school composition teacher is spinning in her grave! She hated the word "got." She taught us that it was an embarrassment to the English language. I must have been sick that day.) Afterwards, my group of five walked the mile back home. My face hurt from so much grinning!
The great thing was the fact that I had about 30 years on everyone except my date´s mother. (She is old.) To all of you eating potato chips and watching your big screen, digital TV's with the curtains pulled shut, Eat your hearts out!