I have a fantasy. It is a part of what I dream of living in Panama (or any other far away place). It looks like this: my wife and I live in a small, quaint town but it is big enough to have all the neccessities including quality medical care. It is usually sunny but not too hot. A sweater at night isn't so bad. We pay $500 a month to rent a clean, modest house in a safe neighborhood. The beach isn't too far away. Of course, the mountains are everywhere. We walk into our favorite restaurant or watering hole and the owner welcomes us with a smile. He/she knows us by name and is happy to see us. Between our terrible espanol and their terrible ingles, we carry on happy conversations. We know our Panamanian neighbors and consider them amigos. We also have expat friends....one needs familiarity. There is a town square where families gather on Sundays after church. We can walk the streets at night. Oh, yeah...I want a motorcycle. I wonder if there is such a place.