So we've come to the end of our journey in Panama. I hope you enjoyed the series of posts on the various themes over this past month. It was enjoyable for me to write on all these amazing things that I was able to witness in person. As a teacher and my own student, I learn best by experiential learning. No classroom can prepare you for the sights and sounds of a moment. Of course, there is a lot more to write about in the garden and we'll take a break for a bit from the series and look into some helpful gardening ideas for your own home. Plus I also have to do some record keeping from El Presidio for myself and also keep the homeowners up-to-date on what's going on around the property. This last post was written in Gamboa where we began and ended our journey in Panama. It's dated July 5th, 2011 on a Saturday night which was warm and tropical. Night sounds abound from frogs, insects, and other nocturnal critters. I am in my bed reflecting on my personal journey and connecting with the people who are no longer with me. In the beginning, I had written about how personal Gamboa was for me.....well, here's the letter that I wrote. Finally, I put one last video together for this series and I think it's my best one yet which highlights all the things we did in Panama.
"Dear Grandma and Grandpa Rohrer,
My final days have arrived here in Panama. This trip has been quite simply wonderful, but now it's time to end this journey. As you know, we began our trek in Gamboa at a place called Ivans. I didn't know why I wanted to end our trip here at first, but I think I've only now figured out why it was important for me to return. Everything about this place reminds me of you both and it makes me happy. I'm a child again spending the weekends at your house. The home even smells like your place and makes me wrap myself up even tighter into my blankets. Walking around this ghost town was like playing in your magic garden in the far backyard near the creek The one that no longer exists. The totem pole and grapevine covered trellis that invited us all into your garden is now gone....replaced with a concrete road. When I go back to visit your home, it seems that almost all of my childhood and your green art have been erased from existance. The apple tree. The pear tree. The garden. Only a stubborn patch of rhubarb still pops up to remind me where you both spent your days.
The bing cherry ice cream is fresh here and melts just like it used to on our road trips to the Penguin during our many little adventures in that green car. Cones cost 50 cents here! You remember those trips, right? The ones where the waitress would rollerskate up to our car window and take our order. Do you remember Grandpa when I asked you what flavor I should try because there were too many to choose from? What the heck was blue moon anyway? But you told me that I should try the bing cherry and it became one of my favorites. I had bing cherry ice cream again in Panama and I remembered.
Love you much,
End of paper journal. Check out the video from our Panama Adventures. Until tomorrow friends....