Sometimes it’s hard to tell if things in Panama happen only to me or if they happen to other people. I’m almost 28 now and I’m still as fascinated with Panama as I was when I first visited at 23, generic albeit for totally new and different reasons. I never thought this would happen. I assumed my interest in Panama would fade like every other obsession I’ve ever had and every now and then, search this does seem to happen: I’ll let something piss me off enough, here then board a plane out of Tocumen muttering derogatory words as we take off, swearing never to return again. But curiously, there’s always a recurring urge to get back and I want to understand why I feel this way.