Latin Lovers, Welsh Buccaneers and Sunset Reflections

A legendary Latin lover once gave some advice to a younger man.

“You cannot make love to every beautiful woman you meet,” he said, “but oh, my son, at least you might try.”

I was thinking about this…about love affairs…as I gazed across the rooftops of Casco Viejo, Panama’s historic quarter.

Some are passionate and last a lifetime, some are fleeting and some exist only in our minds. But no matter how strongly we feel them, we can’t act on every desire.

For me, Casco Viejo is one that got away.

That night, from the balustrade that lines the rooftop bar of the Tantalo Hotel, gazing across the red-tile roofs and past the whitewashed and pastel-hued stucco buildings to the shimmering bay, I felt more than a bit of remorse.

The setting sun cast a silvery glow across the stone-paved streets below. It was that quiet, wistful time between the bustle of daytime activities and the raucous night-time revelry that would soon descend…a time for reflection.

“This is a very different city today than when I first came here 16 years ago,” I told my companion. “And this neighbourhood, Casco Viejo, in particular was so very different.

“It was a slum, really, a scary place. And look at it now. I wish we had listened back then to those who said this would someday be ‘the place’ in Panama City. I wish we had bought one of these old buildings…I would love to live here today.”

In 1671, after Welsh buccaneer Henry Morgan sacked and burned the Spanish settlement on a thumb-like peninsula that juts into the Bay of Panama, Casco Viejo was founded. Two hundred years later, French colonists erected many of the buildings that have recently undergone renovations. Wrought-iron balconies and flat red Marseille roof tiles have been maintained. It’s like Old Havana meeting the French Quarter of New Orleans…

On our first visit to Panama in 2001, my husband Dan and I ventured into the “Casco,” but not for long. Its rundown tenements, in squalid condition, were off-putting. But, back then, in the pages of International Living, it said this area would soon gentrify. Now is the time, the experts said. The government was working to relocate squatters and renovate historic buildings.

If only we had listened. If only we’d had the courage to act.

Today, even though it’s still a bit rough around the edges, Casco Viejo is Panama City’s crown jewel. You’ll find trendy boutique hotels, even trendier artisan shops and clothing stores, chic restaurants and hip nightclubs. Coolly modern loft-style apartments with exposed brick walls and courtyard gardens would not be out of place in the likes of Architectural Digest magazine.

If only we had listened…and if we’d had the courage to act…one of these could have been ours.

There have been many moments like this over the years. When you live overseas, a world of options opens to you…and a world of desire. There are so many things you want to do. But you can’t do everything.

We’ve passed on more than a few opportunities. But we’ve acted on others.

In 2004, we partnered in an apartment renovation in Buenos Aires, Argentina, when that country was on the cusp of one of its many recent economic immersions. A year later, we sold it for a small profit.

We’ve been able not only to invest, but to live in some of the world’s most beautiful up-and-coming cities and towns. Years before it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage site—and more than a decade before it was named “the world’s best city to live in” by Conde Nast Traveller—we bought our first home overseas in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.

We might still be living in San Miguel if we hadn’t ventured beyond its allure and fallen hard for the charms of other locales.

With thoughts of our missed opportunity in Casco Viejo in mind, we bought and renovated a ruin of an old colonial-style home in Merida, the capital of Mexico’s Yucatan state. It was our dream house…until one morning we awoke in the picturesque, perfect-climate village of Cotacachi, Ecuador.

Sight unseen, we plunked down money for a small one-bedroom apartment that was soon to be built. Only a handful of expats lived there at the time. For more than seven years, we were among them, happily watching the expat population grow and mature into the vibrant, friendly community it is today.

And now we’re on another adventure, again in Mexico. Despite what some politicians may want you to believe, this is a country ripe with opportunity—just as Casco Viejo was, and still is…like so many points beyond…

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