We arrived in Coronado, Panama two weeks ago and I must say I am in love. First of all we are staying in a gorgeous apartment on the 10th floor of the Coronado Golf Tower. The thing about this breathtaking mountain and ocean view apartment is it’s affordable. We would never be able to afford this in any other location I can imagine. Coming from Aruba, we are constantly impressed by how cheap it is to live, eat and play in our beach location which is approximately an hours’ drive from Panama City.
When we first studied this location last year, we made a trip here to visit our ex-pat friend Don. He was sweet enough to show us around and introduce us to his friends who are mostly other ex-pats. Picassos Restaurant is the epicenter for networking, entertainment and good food. My first impression was “Ah ha, so this is where all the hippies from the 1960s went”. So did I really want to hang around here for an extended period of time? As charming as flowers in the hair, granny dresses (for real) and orthopedic flip flops can be, is this for me? Given its incredible beauty, we decided it was worth a shot. As it turns out, the people are great. They are friendly, eclectic and very entrepreneurial. It seems almost everyone has a business and on Tuesday mornings at Picassos, business cards are passed out freely. There is the egg seller known for his double yolks and heavenly Panamanian coffee grown in the mountains and processed in small batches. There is a concierge service, a massage and reiku expert, numerous real estate agents and artisans of all persuasions. As you can imagine there are also musicians from all over the world. We were treated to an impromptu blue grass concert featuring local and visiting artists. As our new friend Scott the harmonica player and former tennis pro said “it was magical”. If you closed your eyes you would swear you were in South Carolina, minus the moonshine.
With our lovely apartment came a golf package. Sam has been practicing his game for a few years but I honestly was never too excited about the idea. But given the beautiful course literally at our feet and the idea that we could do something together, not to mention the fun of racing around in a golf cart, I said why not? I will give this a fair shake. As it turns out, we play nine holes every other afternoon around 4ish when its not too hot and I really like it. Don’t misunderstand me the game is all right but the birds, butterflies, palm and orange trees are spectacular. Keeping score is not an option. Speeding around in the cart and searching for lost balls is also fun and the occasional “high five” for missing a water hazard is also gratifying.
Speaking of water hazards, many are filled with what the Panamanians lovingly call lagartos which in Spanish means lizard. I disagree, mi amigos, these are crocodiles and are not tiny. I was so excited when, in my golf kit, I found a water hazard ball retriever. I can just see me having a tug of war with Mr. Largarto with yours truly surely losing.
Our first two weeks have been great. More adventures to come.