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.
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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