Two months ago I was living the high life, traveling with my family/entourage in Panama. In case I didn't mention this previously we went to make a documentary about my Grandmother's childhood growing up in the Canal Zone. My great-grandfather was one of the engineers at the Miraflores Locks of the Panama Canal. V. cool. But I digress... lest you think my family does things half-ass, I'll just explain that we had not one but two extremely experienced family photographers on the trip.

The pic above is of the Balboa Union Church which my Grandmother attended as a teenage girl. Throughout my childhood my grandmother would get a canal zone calendar each year which had a picture of this church. When it arrived we would flip through it together and she would tell me stories of Panama. In my mind it was always the symbol of what Panama looked like and when we drove past it our first day of the trip, I felt the same way I did when I saw the Great Wall of China. It was like a fairy tale come to life.

Posted on March 28, 2009 and filed under Adventures in the World.