Not a "Tuesday Morning" Kind of Day

My original plan for today was to walk into town, run a couple of errands (I’m completely surrounded by no wine!) and then walk over to the Tuesday Market. Tuesday Market is a weekly open market of local and expat vendors. Here you will find the indigenous selling hand-woven bowls and pillows shams, Panamanians selling fresh produce and crafts, and expats selling all of the things that gringos can’t find in the local stores. The market has grown rapidly over the years (although it closed down during most of Covid). We’re all happy that it’s open again. It is an opportunity to socialize and connect with friends and neighbors, but we remain aware that it could close at any time.

This morning I received a message that the Liberal Spirituality Group was being cancelled because of Covid worries. I offered my Zoom account, but that didn’t go over well. So, we’ll have to see how that goes.

I say it wasn’t a “Tuesday Morning” kind of day because it was raining – at least in town. I live in Santa Lucia which is at a higher elevation than the town center and one of the drier of the five microclimates here. By the time I reached the bottom of Volcancito Road in front of the Information Center (a yesterday photo), still about a mile from the town center, it was coming down pretty good. So, I hailed a taxi, went into town, did a little taking-care-of-business, bought a bottle of wine, and hailed a taxi home.

Now, back home in Santa Lucia, it’s bright, sunny, dry and 73 degrees. So, I did a bit of BHH database work (learning a new program called Bubble) and then set up my painting table.