I was afraid of the rain. I feared that it would constrain our trip. It was not a matter of misfortune. We were aware of it. It is called wet season for a reason. And in Panama, November is apparently the rainiest out of the eight months of wet season. At about noon, a downpour would soak everything and everyone in sight to the bone. I was very confused because in my mind rain is inevitably linked to feeling cold. But it was not cold. The temperature remained unimpressed at stable 26 °C. Further, these daily cloudbursts taught me a valuable lesson, because they forced me to take a break. Instead of trying to squeeze as much as possible out of every single minute of the trip, I enjoyed sitting back under a roof to watch the rain fall. One could not do anything else anyways. And that was wonderful. I believe the rain teaches a lot more about mindfulness and being easy going than any course taught outside the tropics. It is the best therapy one could think of.

I found very nice places to watch the rain fall