When I was about 12, I liked to sneak a cheeky peek at a British comic called Girl. I asked my father if I could subscribe, mostly because I wanted something to drop through the mailbox every Wednesday that was addressed solely to me.
Each night I leave the screen doors open and listen to the nighttime sounds coming from the forest and wildlife preserve surrounding our home. I have forgotten what it’s like to listen to the constant drone of air-conditioning units.
Lying in western Panama, Chiriquí province is home to towering mountains covered in cloud forest stretching down to the Pacific Ocean’s pristine sands. Exploring Chiriquí and finding new hidden places is a passion for me—I’ve been doing it since making my home in the provincial capital, David, four years ago.
Scot and Vicki Lyall like to joke that “we went downtown to buy a bottle of liquor and bought a condo.” It’s not far from the truth. The couple had been coming to the town of Playa del Carmen, on Mexico’s Riviera Maya, for years for vacations.
Known as the Lake of Seven Colors, Lake Bacalar, a 26-mile-long, mile-wide body of fresh water on Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula, mimics the Caribbean Sea in its turquoise color and crystal clarity. It offers visitors an unusual, tranquil, wave-free experience in a freshwater lake.