We were walking down Avenue Central when we made the decision.
Maybe it was the big Caribbean mommas selling empanadas out of their cars, maybe it was the children throwing fire crackers into a crowded stores full of fifty-cent pajamas, or maybe it was the general groove in the street with the salsa music and the sun and the parrots in the trees.
We wanted to stay in Panama City.
Ania and I opened the classifieds. We started looking for anything that paid. Anything that gave us a reason to linger … and we found everything …
… right there in the classifieds.
Positions for “overnight messengers” that paid $3000-$5000 a shift. Listings for personal foot rubbers. One add titled “10 Chicas” was looking for girls 18-25 “to work 8 p.m.-4 a.m. massaging men” and it ended with “call us if you need money.”
I soon realized I had been skipping the best part of the newspaper throughout the entire trip.
Panama City, Panama - © Diego Cupolo 2011