As the sun rises over the ocean waters below, I slowly wake to this paradise and realize my stresses have washed away. Our room is set on the clifftop and the breeze is blowing through the louver windows.
Our roommate Lynda is still asleep, as is my son, and all is still and peaceful inside.
I sit on my bed for a second, amazed at how beautiful the day is. It is definitely the joy of a parent to wake up on such a beautiful day and to realize such inner peace. I slip out of the room with my camera and take a walk down the hill to the water’s edge.
As I do, peace floods over me, as does the realization of the stillness of a new day. I bask in the glory of this incredible moment for each day is new and is a gift.
This world trip has changed my outlook on life – for my life is to be lived.
God made this glorious life for me to enjoy and I want to somehow encapsulate that and never to forget it.
For life is not simply mere existence or a noose around our necks, as my old life used to be.
I head back to the room and heat the water to make a coffee. One of the best purchases I made prior to this trip was my metal coffee plunger or ‘French Press’ as some call it.
Lynda, our roommate and I sit in our beds and enjoy a cup of great Panamanian coffee with long life milk purchased from Boca Chica – also a good investment.
These butterflies and moths seem to come in all colors and sizes. There was one kind that flew too fast to take a photograph. Then others that are the size of a sparrow and are cobalt blue. This one is all yellow when its wings are spread, as he lands on a tropic plant below.
In the far distance, these lovely green birds were hanging around the bay in the bushes. There were a few of them. I managed to get within two meters of them in the end. They blend in so well with the environment, apart from a shot of color on their head.
We head to the first beach and Lynda teaches Explorason to skim stones. To him, this is a great new skill. He does this over and over with delight.
We can’t swim at this beach as we forgot our ‘beach feet’ or wet shoes that allow us to walk in the water on pebbles and stones. It is too slimy underfoot, along with greenish water from the foliage.
We then walk another 10 minutes. Lynda has used Google maps to find the next beach and it is a really nice little bay. The water is so warm but we can’t see anything through it – it is a bit green. This murkiness, therefore, makes my son climb all over me in the water, but I love the hugs and cuddles and closeness of mother and son.
That Perfect Moment!
We then dry off and it is time for some more love and cuddles.
This exact moment is why I wanted to travel. Why? Because I now have quality time with my boy. I am so grateful for the relaxing time we are having and for this very moment, for all is perfect!