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Written by Matt Landau
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Sunday, September 14 2008 |
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Sounds and syllables in Panamanian names vary slightly from those which I learned in school, making it hard for locals to pronounce correctly my name. But through the process of learning Spanish, most notably in a foreign country, names just have a way of rolling of your tongue.
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Last Updated ( Sunday, September 14 2008 )
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Written by victor
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Monday, August 11 2008 |
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“All my life, I've been like Michael Corleone in The Godfather, Part II, ordering up death over the phone, or with a nod or a glance. Every time I order meat off a menu, something dies. What arrives, however, is not the bleeding, still-warm body of my victim, eyes open, giving me an accusatory look. It is only fair that I find out what we're all talking about. I want to learn—really learn—where food actually comes from.”
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Written by Matt Landau
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Tuesday, February 19 2008 |
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My childhood on the continent of North America pales in comparison to that of my Panamanian counterparts. It was this youth of relatively little adventure that eventually landed me on the isthmus of Panama; my eyes wide open and my mouth gaped in envy.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Keenan Lee
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Friday, October 05 2007 |
I've spent time wedged in downtown Manhattan gridlock. I've crawled languidly along the Pacific Coast Highway during rush hour and sat bumper to bumper in the heavily polluted streets of Moscow. I've been idle, curled up in a tuk-tuk at a foggy London intersection and stopped motionless in what roughly equated to morning gondola gridlock in Brugge. But of all my traffic experience, downtown Panama City is beginning to top the cake.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Friday, July 06 2007 |
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The low season in Panama appears to have taken on new meaning, as almost every other day a new group gets depressed and goes on strike. They’ll block the streets and stop up traffic wearing ragtag uniforms and waving large flags as if to say, my protest is worse than yours.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Saturday, March 24 2007 |
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Every now and then I like to take a step back and examine the curious joke that is my existence in a foreign country. I like to remove myself from whatever hustle and bustle happens to be plaguing my week or my month, to sum up what it's really like living as a young expat in Panama.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Monday, August 14 2006 |
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I would be lying if I said Panama was a perfect place that had nothing wrong with it. Of all the great things I say about this country, it is only fair to touch on a few of the things that are not so great. Like any other place to live, Panama has its downsides which, if you allow them to, can get under your skin. Once they are under your skin, they will drill for blood with serrated jaws like a mosquito or a tiny set of steak knives.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Administrator
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Monday, July 10 2006 |
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During our final approach I could see the lights of Panama City across the aisle. A Gazillion thoughts were racing through my head. But all my questions could be broken down into one very simple query: what would it be like?
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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