Took a trip down to Panama with the fam for our 90 day exit. We weren’t supposed to have to do this again, BUT our lawyer apparently doesn’t care about our plans, sucky mode of transportation, or rapidly decreasing funds, so we took off for the border and tried to make the most of it.
- Yummy lunch at a little soda in southern Costa Rica.
Frenchy made the trip with us. I’m still not entirely sure she was allowed to cross w/o some form of paperwork, but since she’s only 2 pounds, I shoved her in my bag and never let them see her. She’s a pretty chill dog, so that helps.
- This was Frenchy’s spot for many, many hours.
We made the trip with only a couple of backpacks. There’s a lot you can do without for 3 days. Kyah is such a great traveler, we often take it for granted. Once we made it to David and checked into our hotel we just let her run around. She and Frenchy were stoked to get rid of a little extra energy.
- The lady at the front desk upgraded us to a room with a fridge free of charge. This room ended up being the size of a studio apartment. It was huge! We had to stop and just thank God for all the ways he blesses us daily.
- Thanks, Panama, for displaying the freakiest mannequin I’ve ever seen.
A little friendly competition between Big Daddy and Ky.
She had to knock her cups over and he had to hit the middle one and make the top fall into the bottom…and he still won!
We decided to take Ky to the circus one night. Big Daddy ended up being the star of the show. He didn’t get selected to go into the center ring for one act….nope. He was picked for two! Although there were clearly signs posted saying “No Video Recorders” (in Spanish of course), I played dumb and caught the whole thing on video.
There was a huge park across the street from our hotel, so when it wasn’t raining, we were there.
I love my little social butterfly. She finds a friend wherever we are. Such a blessing since we are often in different areas with new people.
Ok, girls, hear me on this one. Cody just didn’t understand. Kyah needed to use the restroom so we found a great little spot. She went in, tinkled, and then kept insisting she needed toilet paper. I told her to just grab some and she informed me there wasn’t any. I checked the next stall and there wasn’t even a toilet paper holder. After checking all the stalls, I told her to wait and headed out to ask Big Daddy to check the guys restroom and noticed this right by the exit door. What in the world? So apparently you are supposed to get your tp upon entering the restroom. I’m still dumbfounded by this. Only in Panama.
On our way home. Thankful for the BEST travel buddies.
