Thursday, December 2, 2010
Last weekend was nearly just such a casualty. Thanks to the spectacular networking of one of my teammates we were off on another island adventure at the invite of a few Panamanians. A quick car ride from the Pacific to the Atlantic (no, it never gets old saying that) and a short boat ride later we were greeted by a beautiful, secluded, cliffside beach house on Isla Grande with 4 bedrooms, a pool, cabanas and hammocks, all about 25 stone steps off the beach.
The rainy weather moved over the island late in the afternoon and the drama continued. Most MBA's have but a select set of worries: mulling over past job experiences, maintaining a network of professionals who can keep you plugged in while you're studying away, and finding your way to employment at the end of your two years of studying. These were the ingredients for the script of last weekend's Telenovela.
Then, Saturday evening, my present awoke suddenly from his coma, having heard everything that the past and future had said in his sleep. Disoriented and angry, he reached for the first weapon he could find fight back at the past and future. Options on this remote island were limited and the first thing my present could grab onto was that bottle of Johnnie Walker stuffed in tiny duffel bag.You might think that from here my present fell back into the the coma once again but I can assure you that sipping whiskey on the rocks from a coffee mug (there weren't any glasses on the island) keeps the intake of alcohol at a moderate pace. Without the mixers there was no distracting the body from what is actually going down.
Somehow, in spite of the dastardly tricks of what was and what is to be, my present emerged to take center stage for the weekend one an island so very far from home. A secluded beach, a few friends, a spot of sunshine (and a few sips of whiskey) was all it took.
Has there been real drama down here in Panama? Sure. It's Latin America. But soon that drama too will fade until it become nothing more than another part of the my past scheming towards my future.
That's what I got.