Panama holds a special place for me. Panama, oddly is the place that showed me the dream could be a reality. In many ways, the second stage of my life, the globe hopping travel addict phase begins with Panama. Roughly 10 years ago I awoke on a September Saturday on my couch with a crushing hangover. Cold sweats, Dante’s hell and misery type hangover. I had continued my Friday night tradition of seeing my old retired guys at a local dive bar for a few rounds then hitting a Polish hall for a Time Machine experience. How long was I there? Who knew.When did I leave? Also no clue. My group of friends at the time found no lack of awesome in our Friday night blackouts. There were fights in the parking lot, people cried, fell asleep in the bathroom, pissed their pants etc. I was caught in a conundrum. I was in my mid to late twenties….I had crushed grad school, I had achieved some significant professional goals…I was doing what I loved…but something was missing. To quote Fight Club there was a metaphorical cut in the roof of my mouth that would heal if id only stop tonguing it. I could continue on, shit, maybe even watch football games and yell at the tv on Sundays to drown out the inner voice that pleaded for change. I believe now that whether you think there is more for you, or if you dont, you are correct either way.
After waking up on my couch that Saturday in utter crushing defeat I harnessed some much needed determination. I thought about this weekend cycle…
Bar Friday night
Saturday feel like microwaved dogshit
Sunday lament the loss of the weekend, maybe some stupid brunch with Friday bar crowd (I hate brunch)
I decided I had it break the cycle. I looked at my checking acct on the mobile app while already shamed in my current state and saw the damage all those poor decisions had cost me. I decided then and there to take a month off from going out on the weekends. I wanted to know what else I could do with the funds of 4 random weekends of debauchery.

I took the entire month of October off from going out on the weekends. I made food at home and conquered parts pf my perpetual reading list and polished lecture notes. I may have even cleaned the house. By the end of the month I was ASTOUNDED. Going out is insanely expensive! Even drinking lawnmower beers in dive bars and maximizing pizza coupons. I felt like I had discovered a secret weapon. With a stroke of serendipity within days of this revelation direct flights from Chicago to Panama on COPA air popped up for next years spring break. I grabbed not only a ticket but a weeks worth of budget accommodation. One month of sobriety and thoughtful decisions had just sent me to Central America. There was no going back. It was time to plan!
More of my revelations and how panama changed my life in the second installment… part II coming up shortly



























Take it all in and relax. You’ve arrived! This is the perfect starting point. I’ve come to look at Amsterdam a bit as the perfect beginners gateway to Europe. Or, as the title suggests, Europe with training wheels. Let’s start with the airport. It’s big, sure, but easy to navigate. Make your way through customs and viola, the train station is in the basement of the airport. 25 min and 6$ and you are now in the city center.
I’m a total sucker for canal shots as you can tell. These make for the ideal morning wander as they have a tendency to get jammed packed as the day goes on. You will log serious miles marveling at the old world architecture, waterways, and other sordid attractions. As this is the red light district, you will walk past people engaging in the time honored wake and bake, hitting it hard in the various coffee shops as well as on the street.
One of the other big taboos for Americans is legalized prostitution. Get over it. Also, respect the ladies. Don’t try to take their picture or waste their time. Smile and walk by. Enjoy the ambiance. How many places like this exist in the world?!
Pablo was eventually brought down in a storm of violence that ripped through Colombia. Rival cartels, paramilitary organizations, the Colombian government, as well as the the American CIA all orchestrated his downfall. That was December 1993.
turns out I’ve been fascinated about Colombia for quite some time. Raw beauty, enchanting people and a beat all it’s own. This week, it was time for me to leave the sunny embrace of Cartagena, for the cool mountain intrigues of Medellin.
this city, although only an hour flight from Cartagena could not be more drastically different. Cartagena is distinctly Caribbean. It’s akin to an odd mashup of places like the old town in Hanoi, with a Havana twist. Busy, rhythmic and enchanting, Cartagena is easy to wrap your mind around and manage. Medellin on the other hand is a different animal all together. This city is big. The climate is much cooler, and the vibe is one of a major city on the move. Having just spent a few days here so far, I’ve been traversing this valley as much as possible. This is a place with layers. With depth and grit. The art, the people, the food, all reflect this.
to start, one has to venture to the plaza Botero. Famed Medellin artist Fernando Botero is now on his 80s. His pieces are all over the world. Including this one in Cartagena.
his style is modern and one of largess. The sculpture park here in Medellin is a kick ass afternoon wander. Although numerous people informed me that the park can be quite dangerous at night. 
the pieces collected here represent a cross section of his work 
Be sure to take an afternoon and discover this plaza in the middle of the city. Enjoy a lemonade de coco, and taste this neighborhood. Bring an umbrella as it may rain for a bit. Watch the clouds roll in and take it easy for the down pour. The art scene here is indicative that this city is so much more than the single story of drugs, cartels and violence. The layers here prove amazing, as does the scenery with the mountains always in the background. 
