We got back to the mainland and after a little respite from the heat and an easy lunch of ceviche from the Mercado de Pescado, (more on that later) we decided to take a taxi over to Panama Viejo and explore the ruins of the original site of Panama. You can read all about its history here. It's amazing so much of it has survived the years and when you climb to the top of the Cathedral, you can clearly see remnants of the city layout. Going to places like this always makes the USA feel like such an infant to me. We got a little rain storm and it got steamy walking around the grounds with all the lush foliage that looked like it was doing it's darndest to reclaim the ruins but we didn't want to miss anything, especially a chance for a "Michelle and Papa Gar jail shot." Alas it was not meant to be this trip.
I have been working through a book on creativity the last few months, trying to let my inner artist flourish. It had been, shall we say, closeted for a while due to too much "flat on white." I have never been one to think I was a true "artist." Yes I take photos and there is art in that, but because I do not feel "gifted" at painting or drawing I always felt a little like a fraud on the creative department. It's funny too because I do have drawings from when I was younger and I have to say I think they are pretty good, so I know the ability is in there, it just has definitely not been nurtured over the years. When I visited the Brooklyn Museum a few weeks back to see the Rockwell Exhibit, I made a point of lingering in the museum after I gorged on Rockwell and found a lovely little room to sit and relax. I called it the Mushroom Forest because of the amazing fabric sculptures that had been created. It was so quiet and calming that all I wanted to d
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