With my monitor being out on my primary PC, it forces me to do other activities. While I still check my email a couple of times a day, I have been filling in other time by reading, which I need to do more.
In the last four days, I have finished two books. One of them I read from start to finish, yesterday, and that is the subject of this post.
Here is how I came to move yesterday’s book to the front of my “to be read” book list.
The other evening, Lilliam and I decided to take a walk. It was cool and the air was pleasant so off we went. We retraced one of our normal routes through the nice neighbor hoods nearby.
As we approached a nice looking house, a car pulled into the drive way and the driver got out. In a most pleasant British accent, he asked how we were doing. We started a conversation. Before we left, as I normally do when I encounter and English speaking person that I haven’t met before, I gave him a card for Chiriquí Chatter. He took it, but didn’t look at it immediately. As we talked, he looked at the card and said, “Oh, so you write Chiriquí Chatter”.
Then he told me that he had done some writing and said he had written “Don’t Kill The Cow Too Quick”.
As soon as he said the title, I knew I had seen it in the house. I didn’t remember buying it, but I knew it was there and I had intended to read it. We concluded our short visit and Lilliam and I continued our walk.
As we walked, I tried to remember where I had last seen the book. When we got home, I went to where I thought I had put it and there it was. I opened the book and now knew how it came to be in the house. It was inscribed;
Who gave me the best eye examination of my life.
With many thanks,
Now the mental mystery was solved. This was Dr. Susan’s book. Susan, you remember, is Sofia’s mother and one of my best friends in Panama, and probably the reason, I am still living in Panama.
Yesterday, when I finished my previous book, I picked up Don’t Kill The Cow Too Quick, and sat down and opened it up. It turned out to be one of those books, that when I pick it up, I can’t put it down. The book is not a novel, but is Malcolm’s real life adventure of homesteading in Panama. The writing style is humorous, colorful, and very accurate, based on my six years of living in Panama.
In fact, it is one that I would recommend that anyone who is considering moving to Panama read. Panama is not for everyone and Malcolm’s experiences, point out many of the mistakes that await those that are too trusting.
I thoroughly enjoyed the book. I can tell from our brief visit that his adventure has not ended and I can understand that. Once you accept Panama as your home, you learn to expect the unexpected. Life, by itself, can throw you some curve balls, but when when you move your life to Panama, then they become knuckle balls.
I am sure that many, who live in the US, may read the book and wonder why a person would continue, when faced with the obstacles that Malcolm encountered. I have encountered my share while living here, but I can’t think of any place I would rather be.
I have always said that there is no reason to fear death. What one should fear is the potential of never having really lived. When you work your way through Malcolm’s book, you will see that he has a passion for living. You will laugh at some of the experiences he has had, seeing them through his eyes.
You will also shed some tears in some chapters, such as the one when he learned that his horse, Lluvea had died.
This is a must read for anyone that intends on moving to Panama, especially those that are considering living in a remote area. I hope that I can see Malcolm again one of these days and find out his latest adventure.
Get the book, you won’t regret it.