Visit to Isla Tigre last week.  What a great place!  Everyone sits outside their houses sewing and gabbing.  Girls all play volleyball, boys, soccer.  There was a restaurant!  And a tourist! (Norwegian).  Also two other boats, both with kids.  We went to an early-morning ritual for a girl coming of age, sort of a debut/quinceaña with shamanistic trappings.  Would have stayed for the whole party- four days- but seas got too high in the harbor and we had to go.  We'll be back.

We're visiting some of the Kuna islands closer to the mainland- and farther from the surf.  Yesterday we were on Isla Maquina.  They're known for their molas.

molas!        molas!        yet more molas!

Lorenzo gets out of jail, not exactly free.  
The police stopped our car on the road Monday and found his visa was overdue; then, instead of cautioning him to go get it renewed, they took him off to immigration jail.  Where he stayed for two days.  Very exciting outside, as we tried to find him, first, and then get him out.  A nice male bonding experience, he said, if a bit crowded.

Justino's family visited us on Sunday to take him back home to the Robesons.  He worked for us here for a week and got an impressive amount done- painting, scraping, cleaning.  He cleaned the bottom of our boat in a matter of hours- no small feat.  He had to go home to be an election monitor on voting day- May 2.  Can't wait to hear the stories.

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This was a fun evening.  A navy patrol boat pulled alongside us and asked if they could rest for the night- eight guys and a black lab (who stayed outside in his cage).  They cooked dinner, recharged their electronics, and worked on their English vs. my Spanish.  So we have the ideal support boat here.

On Bug Island with dog friend Loki.  

(what does Cleo think?)

Muzz with Shalhevet- this is her first great-grandchild.

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