The thin but rounded rim of an ancient volcano in El Valle, Panama made me feel that way. My sandals did the work for me and glided over the rocks interspersed between the mountaintop grasslands as my mind drifted off in a trance induced by the freedom, sweat, and cool mountain air.
Finally I slid off the edge of the volcano and descended back down the trail we came on, stopping at a waterfall for a cool-off dip.
I returned, completely worn out, to the town and explored the vegetable market. After picking up some veggies and collecting mangoes from the local trees, I returned to the German Captain’s lodge, gorged myself, and retired to the ‘macas, slipping off into a dreamlike state.
Mikey – ever energetic – woke me up from my napping spot early the next morning. She wanted to work out. But, with a busy day ahead, she didn’t want it to take too long, so she wanted my help with a fast, kick-ass work out. If there are two things I love when working out, they are when the work is fast and kick-ass. We did eight sets of jumps to sprints and were spent.
Upon finishing and gorging on more mangoes, Charlie, Makenzie, and I headed up a different trail to the volcano rim to a large waterfall que se llama “El Chorro Macho.” We found a small clearing next to the waterfall and hiked it straight up to the top of the waterfall, where we hopped amongst the rocks and felt the mix of cool mists with humid, jungle air. At one point while exploring I had to stop Charlie from stepping on a snake, coiled on a rock and camouflaged to resemble a leaf.
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