OK guys, here it is. Part II of my personal guide to Panama City. Hope it helps you enjoy this city or at least inspire you to travel there. 6) Grab a pre sunset drink at Casa Casco – a rooftop bar with a cool Miami vibe and delicious selection of signature drinks Panama City offers a number of places to chill out and grab a cocktail after sunset. The drink selection is delicious. I always go for the mojito though. I’m just a mojito type of girl, you see 🙂 Casa Casco has that bonus of being a rooftop…
My dear friend Monia, whom you’ve probably met in a large portion of my photographs relocated to Panama from New York City almost a year ago. Talking about the courage to just get up and move across to the other side of the world! If you’ve read my recent Instagram post, you know I left New York City for south Florida exactly three years ago and that the move was not super easy at first. However, what Monika did way surpasses my seemingly brave experience. She left everything behind for her love, determined a start a new life…
As I’m deep in the planning process lately, I’ve been thinking about travel and what it means to me. As most of you know, my heart has been restless for faraway places as long as I can remember. I “blame” my parents for this, as they were the first ones who planted the seed of travel in me. Although I spent my childhood in Communist Poland, where foreign travel was technically prohibited unless to other Communist countries, my parents had always found a way somehow to visit other places distant from our home. We’d pack our car…
I have waited way too long to share this post with you and I am not really sure why. Part of it was the hectic days that followed my trip to Lebanon, an almost immediate departure on our trip to Nicaragua, followed by hurricane Irma and then the post-hurricane mayhem at work in the ED. But in the end it all boils down to the fact that I’ve avoided sitting my butt down and actually writing what I’ve been wanting to write and sharing the images I’ve been wanting to share. Blame it on my laziness…
After a few days of group planning, I booked my ticket through Expedia and was all set to go. I flew to Paris on the initial part of the journey and landed in Beirut at sunset the following day. As the plane made final descent into the Beirut Rafic-Hariri International airport, I glanced a peek through another person’s window seat in the same row. The sun was low in the sky, its blood orange color casting the skyline in pink glow. The Mediterranean Sea shimmered below me like a silver platter. It was one of the most…