Merry Christy-mas

I am extremely happy to be in Panama right now. I already feel like I'm in a different country. I already feel like I'm close to Columbia. Or at least closer. The only thing between me and Bogota and lonely Christmas right now is a six hour bus ride to Panama city, a couple more bus rides, several boat rides in gut wrenching vomit inducing waters, and a few more buses in Colombia. I'm practically there. I can already taste the pony Malta and feel the cool air of Bogota, though that might just be the air conditioning of the department store where I'm killing time in Panama. I love Panama. I used to hate it and actually I might still hate it but right now I love it. It's cheap. They use the dollar. If you're not in bocas Del toro there aren't many tourists. And most importantly: it's close to Colombia. I still have no idea how I'm going to get to Colombia, aka whether I'm going Caribbean or Pacific. The Caribbean seems to be cheaper and easier, plus if I go that way I'll have to go to Medellin and thus see Christy, a girl from a grocery store who I went on a date with in 2007. We sat in the park drinking pony Malta and when I tried to kiss her she turned away. But then I walked her to the metro and she said "when will I see you again? " and I said "I'm going to Bogota tomorrow" and that was that. The one that got away. El amor de mi vida, as far as girls from grocery stores go. The girls in Colombia are on a level of their own, though. You see garbage collectors that take your breath away. Anyway, my phone is almost out of battery. The next post will probably come from Panama city. Hasta entonces.