on April 9, 2008
The air has a delightful crispness to it. It’s the kind of air that you expect to feel on a November day. We walk down the beautifully landscaped path toward the main house. There a lonely orchid greets us, standing at attention like a purple sentry. I notice the trellis that was just a tangle of vines last evening is now covered with awakening deep purple morning glories. Breakfast is included with our room stay, but non-guests are welcome to enjoy too for a very reasonable price. Seated on a stone patio overlooking mist covered mountains, we dive into the basket of fresh baked roles, slathering them with homemade guava jelly. Our severer is exceptionally friendly for the morning and informs us that today’s choices are eggs or French toast. We dined on the light fluffy scrambled eggs yesterday, so we opt to try the French toast. He seems pleased with our choice and leaves us with cups filled to the brim with fresh guava and pineapple. Just as we conclude nibbling several pieces of queso, our server returns with plates containing large slices of French toast and two cup of café con leche. My husband is also given a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. From the first bite I declare that it is the best French toast I’ve ever tasted. The thick bread is homemade and instead of being sickeningly sweet, as French toast can tend to be, the cinnamon on this toast gives it a deep almost smoky flavor. The coffee is so wonderful that we vow to buy loads of it before we depart from Panama. The waiter informs us that it is Duran coffee and we will later be told by a tour guide that it is so good because it is smooth, and does not have a lot of acid. I also note that no matter how much of it I drink, it makes me energetic without that hyped up caffeine feeling. As we indulge in our breakfast, morning birds chatter away and butterflies are enjoying their breakfast of the morning glories climbing the nearby trellises. Completely unhurried, we discuss our plans for the day. I take a final sip of my coffee as I watch the mist cascade down the mountains like a mystical waterfall. If I could wake like this every morning, I think I would look forward even to Monday.
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