Last week though, I hit a breaking point and decided I needed, for the sake of my own mental sanity, to get out of town.
So, I headed to Bocas del Toro, Panama. In Bocas, I found exactly the weekend I needed. There's something about island culture that forces you to slow down and take a deep breath.
The weather was just so-so. It rained a bit but, nevertheless, it was a weekend that exceeded expectations. It was a weekend that could be used as the definition for Rest and Recreation.
It was difficult to get on the boat to come home today. However, I'm back with a renewed energy to pour into surviving the wets. They're a second-cousin to the blues.
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