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.

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?