Getting used to life in the Jungle

Well, it's been a month living in a magical place in the middle of the Jungle. Unlike my first days here, now time is passing so fast and I just want every second to last forever here...

I can't complain at all, the first days were a little bit rough, but once I moved to my current apartment things started getting better and better. I'm living in a house owned by a Danish-American couple. Many people from here say that it's probably the best place to live in Gamboa. The place is nice, my room is big, and decorated tastefully with local and foreign native indian crafts. The kitchen has whatever I need to cook the most complex recipes, -although I haven't been able to cook anything-, we have hot water, satellite tv, and internet access. It's weird to have this little bubble of civilization in the middle of the rain forest. The husband is called Ani, he is an old man full of amazing stories. We sometimes sit after lunch and talk a little bit. One afternoon he told me that he was taken as a war prisoner by the Japanese army by mistake. He was just a tall 13 year-old boy wandering around the woods in Indonesia -were he was raised- and the Japs thought he was an American soldier. They kept him during 3 years and was treated just like any other prisoner, "I had to grow up really fast", he said when telling me the story, "Life has been so kind to me, I'm really lucky" I thought...

Well, not many animals this time, jajaja