After dinner, when the sun sits back into the mountains, and Papa turns the radio on, Mama starts the water.
Sips of sweet spice and steam get caught in the soft glow of our flashlights We sit at the table in silence sharing only the thick inhales of jingibre.
I spent 2 weeks in Panama for an intercultural communicaitons course. During our stay, I paid special attention to the smells, tastes, and traditions that came around meal time. I asked questions and took notes and wrote about my experiences for my final project.
