I arrived in Santa Clara, Panama at the beginning of February 2012. It took me just 10 months to decide Panama would be my home for life. I bought a car and began looking for a wheelchair-accessible rental property, or a house to buy. And in November 2013, I moved into my current home in Penonomé, Panama.
This is not a cheerleading article or some type of inspirational manifesto. For me to assume that every person with a disability who wants to move abroad can do it, is as wrong as all the non-disabled people who tell us we can’t. The expat life is not for everyone, that goes for disabled and non-disabled persons.
A confirmed urbanite, I loved the big city life. When I decided to run away to the tropics, the dynamic Panama City, Panama attracted me like a moth to a flame. So how did I end up living...
Penonomé is not the type of city that will be found high on the list for expats’ relocation. It does not have a beach, a famous historical site, or any major natural attraction. So how did this sleepy little town become my tropical paradise?