The prevailing cultural norm is that we come and go from Panama in the arms of family. No cell phone lot, or drop-off at door for this crew. Sally and I were met at the airport at the ungodly hour of 5:30am by Ana and her granddaughter Mileybus, who had come in public transport from their apartment in the city. Lord knows what time they set out to get there. Lily and David were with us of course.
We had enough lead time that I could buy them breakfast before Sally and I went through security. It was the least I could do.