I am leaving in a few hours on the midnight bus to David, Chiriqui. From there I will hire the 4X4 to take me to Soloy, the small village in the jungle. I will meet with the women again, hike into the mountains to meet “the elders”, listen to their legends and stories, and buy one last round of bags. Each time I go, I deepen the relationships and their trust of me. Most helpful foreigners come once and don’t return. I need them to feel that I will always return. This will be my last exactly foreseeable visit. I can’t tell them exactly when I’ll be back, but I can tell them that I will be back.
