New Years Eve

We woke up the next day in a considerable amount of pain (mike and Sarah were soar from the hike, and my shoulder hurt from the fall). We went to breakfast, and met up with the coffee company for our tour. We went to this really cool plantation, and learned all about coffee. It was informative, and interesting, and overall a very cool tour. I now think of coffee similarly as I do wine. There is an art to it, and every little thing makes a huge difference.

After the tour we got into a taxi and went back to David to catch our flight back to Panama city. Once there we got into another cab, and had him take us back. I asked the driver where the best Panamanian food was, and he insisted it was El Rico Pollo. He loved that place so much he drove us there, and went on and on about how wonderful it was. He eventually took us back to the hostel, and we changed and went to dinner.

We ended up finding this place really close to the hostel that was super nice and really cheap (its good to be in Central America). We got steaks and some sangria, it was delicious.

We then met up with some Austrians, a few Germans, a couple of Brits along with a french man and a few other Americans at our hostel. There was also this weird guy from Ecuador who was very touchy feely and made me very awkward. We drank for a while, and then we all walked to calle Uruguay where we were told it would be a party. As it turns out the street was kind of dead, but we ended up going to the same bar I was at the very first night, and had a good time. we sat down for a while and Sarah took a liking to the British guy (he was cross-eyed). Mike and I were hanging out with the Austrians. We were having a good time until something about the Holocaust came up, and one girl was grilling me about it. It was just awkward, and terrible. Eventually around 2 Mike and I headed back, and were in bed by 3:30ish. Sarah came home around 7 or so.

The next day we woke up, went to get breakfast, and then headed to the airport. Our trip was over, and honestly in an appropriate amount of time, I was getting kind of tiered. I think I may be getting too old to be doing the backpacking hostel ting. I have a great time, but I'm exhausted.