Postcards from Panama
The eroticism of the sea cucumber
The menu at Restaurante Alvin y Cottys had been loosely translated into English. We creole sauce, plus the possibility of offering bread eddishes. Ana asked for patacones and we ate on the dock, watching a group of children tie bits of chum to lengths of string and dip them into the water. Soon the kids became bored by their activity and wandered over t…