Okay, you last left me hopping on board a big yellow school bus (it´s been a while, let me tell you) to take the 40 minute ride from David up to Boquete, where I am now. It´s a great little town with quite an ex-pat community. However, as I expected, many of the Americans keep themselves separate from the local population. When asking about places to eat, I was referred to several restaurants that served only American food. You all know me well enough to know I never ate in them. So, first day walked all over town, which is sloped, as it´s on the way up the mountain-volcano. Afternoons the clouds roll by (rather through) town, and a fine mist sprays for one to 3 hours – the bajarete. Siesta time! Mas pulpos, Miguel! Next morning, I walked around and had breakfast in a pension, where I met a young woman from Portland, Maine (imagine that) who had just spent time in a village way out (yes more nowhere than lewisburg, pa) and was traveling around Panama before heading home. She and I did some exploring together and signed up for the afternoon coffee plantation tour (no laughing, please). It lasted 3 hours and now I not only understand the whole modern practice of coffee farming, but the original way and the difference between different coffee roasts. I even tasted (and then spit) different roasts of the same bean. Tasted okay and even got a little high.Anyway, when in rome…..