I recently moved email (all of them), SMS, Yammer, Twitter, and Facebook applications to the Blackberry home screen — not necessarily in preparation for this trip, but once I hit the airport I figured “hey, it couldn’t hurt.”
Maybe it’s the whirlwind of planned activities, maybe the daily lessons in offensive driving, maybe the soupy heat blanket under which we’re huddled together writing this story, but I’ve come to realize that the experience of another country for one not accustomed to such travel simply doesn’t lend itself to thumbed encapsulation, witty ironies, or hash tagged shout outs. Look at me. Look at me indeed. Sure I’ve got photos to post — so many more than this one — and the narrative this fantastic group weaves moment on moment is such a thrill. I think, however, that I should hang on to much of it. Let others recount its minutia of meals, tours, and death-defying drives. Upon my return, when you see me, and you notice the change… ask me about it. I may speak to the wonder that is Panama. Or I may just say you gotta go. You gotta.