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In 1983, my 11-year-old son and I spent a few weeks in Panama, exploring the length and breadth of the country thanks to some friends who worked for the State Department.
We decided to go off for a few days on a little adventure on our own, and I had my heart set on a dugout canoe trip into the Darien peninsula with native guides.
He wanted to go to Contadora, one of the resorts on Islas de las Perlas, off the Pacific coast. The deciding factor was anacondas, as he so graphically pointed out in a conversation that began with “Are you nuts, Mom?”
We went to Contadora.
He was always a smart kid.
I thought of that today when I read this in The Washington Post: http://wapo.st/y7Cn59
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