Moving To Panama, Central America

My college years were spent dreading the day I wouldbe the perfect avenues to explore. With a background
be released into the American workforce, an act inin internet marketing and long-fantasized career as a
itself a forerunner to depression. Although mytravel writer, my options in Panama became about as
experience and GPA may have looked good onvast as the gulf that separated me from my home.
paper, I knew in my heart that my employer, the keenSeveral other expat friends I know occupied various
eye that he'd have, would invariably figure out that Ijobs, from the pool business, to real estate, to
had learned nothing over my four years and kick merestaurants, to hotels.
to the curb, asking me politely-as if a restaurant-neverHaving noticed a lack of written information on the
to come back to blue-collar America again. Mycountry, I set out to do something different. Over the
colleagues would stand there, in their pressed suits andexciting course of my first year, I spent every waking
shiny shoes, looking out over the walls of their cubiclesmoment documenting the isthmus. I wrote about the
and whisper amongst themselves. "He wasn't cut outpeople, the provinces. I wrote about the food, the
for this," they'd say. "The guy never even wore a suit".flowers. I wrote about the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I'm 24 which, although it may seem young is over oneToo often, I feel, travel information is not real enough,
hundred in dog years. I originally came to work init's not entirely honest. Sure the guidebooks and the
Panama after graduation because, as most innovativewebsites will tell you about the cupcakes and the
decisions are made, there was nothing better to do. Ibirthday parties, but what about the kid who peed in
wouldn't have fit in working nine to five and I certainlythe lemonade cooler or worse, the kid that drank it?
could not tolerate another Jersey winter of frost onThey never tell you that stuff, being the bona fide
the windshield or ice on the driveway. Panama wasthings that you may encounter upon traveling to a new
just a country with a Canal to me back then-everycountry. I set out to create a website to reveal all
one of its people, in my vision, showing thepieces of the puzzle. From hotels, to restaurants, to
pock-marked face of Noriega and the bat-swingingreal estate, to tours, I set out to create a website to
prowess of Rod Carew. The moment I stepped offwarn people about the proverbial lemonade.
the airplane though, realizing that none of myMy creation, The Panama Report was a modest hit
preconceived notions were true, I knew this countryright off the bat. People enjoyed the fact that the site
was the place for me. I knew this because in thewas up-front, no strings attached, not overly salesy or
airport terminal I found a brand new twenty dollar billnegative as some other sites tend to be. Eventually
which, on its most basic levels, assured me that I didn'tover time it earned a reputation for being something
need to find a job.unique and today, my consulting work for various
There's a very defined gap between knowing youtourism and real estate enterprises is a testament to
don't want a traditional office job and actually knowingits success. Could I every have made it this way at
what kind of job you do want, and it appeared that myhome? Maybe. But it would have definitely been a lot
foot was stuck in it. When it came to figuring out whatharder: more competition, more investment, more luck.
I was going to do, nothing was clear-cut. "Anything'sBut I prefer the way I live down here. Maybe my
possible" my parents used to tell me "if you put yourfriends were right, that I wasn't cut out for the hustle
mind to it". But after a number of broken limbs andand bustle of nine-to-five office life. Maybe I wasn't cut
about forty five cents in loose change wanderingout for the cubicles or struggle or even life in the
through the tubes of my digestive track, I realized thisStates at all.
wasn't so true. The circumstances I found in PanamaI'm sure I'll make it home some day. But for now,
though, were to give credence to my parent'straveling around this amazing country and sharing my
metaphorical advice.travels with others is good enough for me. Because
The opportunities that I came across seemed to beafter all, isn't work for people who have nothing better
abound. Because the country's tourism and real estateto do?
sectors were (and still are) so young, they seemed to