It's more blessed to give...
Saturday afternoon found us right on time for a rainy season down pour. We were at the shores of the Chagres River, right where it opens into the Canal. The opposite side of the river was shrouded by a blanket of white. The roar of the rain wiped out all other noises. Thankfully, this downpour also found us under a roof. We were waiting for a boat to cross over to the community of San Antonio. We waited, wondering how anyone would venture out into the rain. Slowly, a canoe came around the bend of the wide river, revealing two men on their feet, rowing towards us. Alex's Dad had come to get us. He and the other oarsman were soaking wet. "Now that's love." commented Alex, as the canoe touched land. After scooping out a good amount of water, we carefully embarked. I couldn't help but noticing the large hole in the front of the canoe. I have traveled in the same canoe many times, but I don't remember the hole in th...