One of the reasons that I wanted to get here on Saturday night was so that Court and I could have a full day together before he went to work. Oh, no, not so that we could spend it cuddling and making kissy faces but so that he could show me the ropes. See, I have a bit of a hard time doing things for the first time. I am so annoyed by people who “don’t know the rules” of the situation, that I hate being that person. (Although, it helps when I acknowledge that there is a huge gaping gulf between someone who is innocently ignorant and someone who is so self absorbed that they just do not care.)

But, I did not get here on Saturday night. I got here on Sunday afternoon. And Court has to be at work for eight am…so, that leaves me pretty much on my own for the day. I hauled my ass out of bed around the same time he left, thinking it was as good a time as any to run. I was wrong. Although there were a lot of people out and about at seven thirty, they were all casual exercisers. I didn’t really think about this until I was realized that I was going to die if I took a single step more. It is fucking hot in this country at seven thirty am. It is so hot that I could only run five K. A very beautiful 5K, along the water, leading towards the old quarter, but, a very hot, sweaty, disgusting, awful run. Oddly enough though, it feels pretty great now. That I’m back inside and showered.

Now, in my delirium, which is the only state I can proclaim in which the following does not just make me seem like a total idiot, I went to the wrong building. In my defense, we went in through the parking garage last time AND I only left the front doors ONCE and they all look the same! And did you read the above paragraph about the heat? So, I had my key out, and was trying to figure out how to get back into the building. Of course, there was a security guard, but he didn’t seem to want to let me in. Until I realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was that even if he did, I would not find where I lived inside. So, I apologized (one of the only words I know right now) and sheepishly walked up to my actual building. I tried to explain to the guard that it was my first day in Panama, but the best I could come up with was “una dias Panama.” Hopefully he got the point. He seemed much more with it than I did, by that point. Tomorrow, I’ll go much much earlier. And I’ll wear a hat. What am I, some kind of running rookie? So lame.
Now though, I’m back home, mostly unpacked, clean, fed, and remotely connected to my work computer. It’s not being home and being home in the best of combinations.

I like I’m going to like Panama.