Everything about Panama was cinematic – it had an elegance, an old classic feel to it. I stayed in Casco Viejo, the old town, where even walking through the streets made you feel like you were on a movie set. It was an unexpected beauty that I’m so happy I had found.
The pace of life seemed to slow as I wandered between the colonial buildings. It was the perfect setting for where I was in my journey – a place to relax and reflect. I sat along the sea walls and starred out over the ocean, at the ships that I had once been on a few years before and had looked out to where I now was – in the place that I had called the Emerald City.