Yesterday while walking back to the hotel, I blew out my flip flop. No joke. That´s what I get for not traveling with a pair of Rainbows.
Today after relocating to more affordable environs, I found a little shoe repair shop that fixed the strap right up. Thinking a celebration was in order, I headed to the nearest bar and ordered a margarita. Apparently in Panama a margarita means triple sec and ice mixed in a blender. It´s as awful as it sounds.
I guess I should have spoken up when I heard the bartender and waitress debating how to make a margarita in Spanish. So it´s definitely my own damn fault.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
When in doubt, order a whiskey and coke. You can't mess that up...
ReplyDeleteGlad your sandal was salvaged!
Cuba libre Beave, never steers me wrong even if it is a commie drink.
ReplyDeleteYou guys are missing the entire point of the post...
ReplyDeleteSome people say there's a woman to blame...
ReplyDelete