A Different Kind of Sunday

Not that we have much of a routine in Panama, but for the last couple of months, Sunday has meant one thing: beach volleyball. It was difficult, but we deviated from that a bit today.

We started things off with a private Krav Maga class! It was a great extension of what we've learned in our twice-weekly class at the Bahia, but we were able to focus more specifically on certain things. It was also great to work with Brent. At the class, we're always partnering with different people. That's great, but I trust Brent completely (he knows if he accidentally hits me, he'll pay for it one way or another). I know what he's capable of, I know where he has aches and pains in his body, and I know he has good body awareness. Therefore, we're able to be a little more aggressive with each other, a little more like a real-life attack might be. Very little, but it makes a difference in practicing.

From there, we met Brent's dad for breakfast at Cholo's. We ended up being a little too late for breakfast, and although he said we could still order whatever we wanted, we chose from the regular menu.

Then we drove to Westland Mall, about 40 minutes from here toward Panama City. We don't make many trips to the mall, but Brent's dad needed some clothes, and Brent needed to price some items for a kitchen renovation he's helping with.

The mall is big and includes several large department stores with very reasonably priced goods. You have to be careful -- sometimes you get what you pay for, and those four-dollar shoes feel like four-dollar shoes. Other times, you can find high-quality shirts and dresses for less than $10. Today, I bought a pair of running shoes with a very familiar brand name -- regularly $89 here in Panama (and probably about that much in the States as well), but were on sale for $25. Now, this might mean they suck, but I'm trying them anyway.

And I bought jelly beans. Successful day.