While I’m currently traipsing about soggy Scotland with my mom and sister—and having a blast, as I’m sure you expect—it is quite cold, comparable to late January in Tennessee, and I’m pretending that I’m back in Panama where the heat and humidity were so stifling, I didn’t stop sweating for 36 hours.
If you recall, my friend Sam and I headed from Panama City to the Canopy Tower, a beautiful and affordable eco-resort near the Gamboa rainforest—where a sloth slept outside my window and pleasing bird calls, that might have been an annoyance anywhere else, woke me up at 4am—and it was just the neatest experience.
The thing about a place like the rainforest is that the obvious things—such as the colorful toucan perched on the tip-top of a 100-foot-tall tree or an impish monkey swinging from branch to branch—are clearly amazing, but in truth every last facet of the place is equally as mesmerizing.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m retreating back to beneath the covers where Mom and Kari currently reside with a bottle of Pinot Grigio to warm my toes and make sure they give me my share. Because oftentimes, enjoying the small stuff simply means being present.