Since I was here last year, Panama rental car companies — all global chains like Hertz and National and Budget — have gotten together to decide that they will not rent cars to drivers over 70. Gloria said it would be no problem. She and I would shop by taxi, and for day trips, she’d arrange a driver from the village.
I was a bit grumpy about the idea of travel by taxi, but trying to make the best of it. On Monday morning, she was preparing right after breakfast to go to the fish market out on the highway. I was gathering my things to go with her, when she said, “You don’t need to come, you know, unless you want to.”
Of course. I’ve only gone with her because I was the driver. She looks over the array of fish and crustaceans on offer — all of it out of the ocean in the wee hours of the morning — and decides what looks good and what she wants to cook. Then I hand her the money.
I handed her the money in the kitchen, and off she went. I was already in my bathing suit, and went to the pool.