Our marrying process was very well synchronized. Performed like a symphonic orchestra. Got the keys to our new house on July 10, 1980. Married in Aguadulce on July 11, 1980. Moved to our new home on July 12, 1980.
Initially, we had no stove, refrigerator, lighting or much furniture, except a queen-sized bed, a small round dining table (we still have it), a portable electric light, and an ice-filled Igloo as an improvised refrigerator. However, with all those restrictions, life was sweet. We were young, full of hopes, very much in love and our house was very cozy. The neighborhood was first-class and our neighbors were moderately friendly. Asking for more would be a sin.
The area of El Bosque was sparsely populated. Lots of birds singing in the morning, almost no noise pollution, clean air and no towers. It was like living in paradise. Even though we lived about eight miles away from downtown Panama, the suburbia was great as previously described. We were baking our cake and eating it too.
Then the city started to creep towards us and our paradise began to slip under our feet. As we speak, we now have seven huge towers at the entrance of our neighborhood and two more are underway. Traffic has escalated exponentially, noise is going through the roof, and irritating radios are blaring from nearby houses. Yep, we are now trapped in the middle of the metropolis. Suburbia is gone!
After thirty-five years, the city has gobbled us. To capture history in the making, last Sunday I went out to a McDonald’s branch at the entrance of El Bosque to take a picture for posterity. This is how El Bosque looked on April 26, 2015.