Chiriquí Chatter

Some choices are harder to make than others. The choice I made the other day was extremely difficult. I mean, I studied, I researched, I asked friends for advice. This was the first time I had done this and I wanted the first time to be perfect. I knew, if the first time was pleasurable, then all future similar endeavors, would be based on a tested plan.

Many were interested in helping me after I had made the decision and I was going to undertake the project that resulted from my decision. Isn’t that always the way it is? When something is difficult and requires a well thought out plan, few want to help. But when the decision is made, and the plan is put into action, many want to partake in the fun that follows. And if they can’t be there to partake or witness, they want you to give them all the delicious details after you have finished.

They will want you to start at the beginning and slowly describe, in great detail, how you acquired this vision that you had found. They will want to know the first thoughts, that ran through your mind, when your eyes came to rest on the “loveliness”, for the very first time. They will want to know if you were nervous, since this was your initial meeting. They will want to know if your tongue secretly licked your lips in anticipation.

I can understand their desire to know the answer to these questions. They are some of the same questions, that have haunted me since I made my decision. I remember writing that faithful email, in which I established the meeting. I remember placing my order for what I wanted, and asking the price. I never like surprises. I remember wondering if the meeting would take place at the established time and location. Remember, this is Panama, and Panama time seems to be measured differently than parts of the world.

There was a fair amount of risk in everything going as planned. There were great distances to be traveled. So many things could go wrong, that might spoil what I hoped would be an event to remember.

Today was the day. I watched the clock all morning, as the minutes ticked by. Several times I felt a cold sweat cross my forehead. Anticipation can be a terrible thing. Many times you can build things up in your mind to the point that only disappointment will result. Would this be one of those times. Worry. Worry. Worry.

Finally, it was time for me to leave for the meeting. I planned on being a couple minutes early. Old habits die hard and I can’t abide in being late. I always like a little extra time to compose myself. I wanted to look natural and not overly anxious.

To my surprise, I was not early. I barely had time to wipe the crazy grin off my face. Soon my hands were full of warmth and a wonderful fragrance wafted through the air. I gently escorted the beauty to my car. I drove home slowly , so that I could saver every moment. that we would have to gather before ….

I have to admit, I was ready to go into action, as soon as I walked through my front door. However, before walking to the car, I had been cautioned that for this to be the most memorable, most pleasurable, most delectable time ever, then chilling would be required for at least two hours.

Two hours! I had been thinking about this for several days, and now two hours more seemed like an eternity. Postponing gratification requires real determination. For some things I can be patient. For other things, I get extremely stressed. Postponing gratification is not one of my stronger traits.

I know it is naughty of me, but I have taken photos to remember this event by. As I get older, I find it easier, if I can pull out a photo and say, “I remember when…” For those of you that wanted to be here, I am sorry. I just decided, that for the “first time”, I would not share this experience with anyone. I hope the photos will allow you to consider whether this might be right for you as well. I will provide a website, that you can use, if you become tempted like I was. I promise I won’t invite myself over. I would want it to be special for you too.

The photos follow in this order:

1. Right after arriving at my house.
2. Chilling for two hours
3. Getting Ready
4. Afterwards

I must tell you that it was everything that I had hoped for. This coconut cream pie is just one of the items on Vi’s menu. After eating it, I would give it an 11 on a scale of 1 to 10. I have heard that there is nothing better than her biscuits and gravy. I also understand that the bagels rate high marks too. You folks, that live in the Volcan area, are really lucky to have such a resource, for scrumptious food, living in your area.

Vi was kind enough to deliver my pie to me at El Rey today. Thank you Vi! To see all of the goodies, that Vi has to offer, just click HERE.

Tags: Businesses, Humor