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Written by Matt Landau
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Brainstorming sessions here at Los Cuatro Tulipanes are
generally organized and to-the-point. And while we tend to diverge from the
traditional style of meetings in that large quantities of domestic beers are
generally consumed, we do regularly come up with useful ideas that make
Tulipanes a better place to stay.
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Written by Keenan
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I will take this rare opportunity to defend myself and my
eating habits.
Yes I tend to put various items in the fridge -
canned beans, cereal boxes, shoes, etc. - but I do this for practical reasons,
mainly Ants.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Commercial space for rent is getting more expensive in Casco
Viejo and we figured it fair to give a shout out to our favorite friends who
run great small businesses that don't get the attention they deserve, so that
perhaps you'll go there and spend your money.
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Written by Matt Landau
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In sharing an office apartment with him, I quickly realized
it was Keenan's belief that putting anything in a refrigerator will keep it
from growing old. The refrigerator is like a time stop for him, and once that
door closes and the little light goes off, all bets regarding the conventional
aging process are off.
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Written by Matt Landau
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When it comes to sneaking onto the set of a major motion
picture, finding myself on the set of the James Bond's new film ‘Quantum of
Solace' was about as symbolic as they come.
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Written by Matt Landau
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They're filming portions of the next James Bond movie here in
Casco which, if nothing else, gives me something new to make fun of.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Moments after I purchased my new juicer, I realized I had
been doing myself a serious disservice by living so long without one. It opened
up new doors and inspired new ideas not unlike the way some people regard a
spiritual advisor.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Casco Viejo real estate is a niche market indeed, and this
interview with field expert Patrizia Pinzon of Arco Properties can help educate
future investors on what to expect.
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Written by Matt Landau
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It has been my long time belief that living near a historic
landmark or large commercial attraction for a prolonged period of time eventually
induces a sort of trivial relationship between you and said landmark/attraction.
The kind of thing that, when asked by visitors, you'll casually respond to as, "oh,
that?"
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Written by Matt Landau
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Not unlike investing in real estate elsewhere in the world
or purchasing an expensive car, it makes a lot of sense to try it out before
you sign the check. But due to a limited supply, how does one go about renting
an apartment or room in Casco Antiguo?
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Written by Matt Landau
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Casco Viejo real estate is a
niche market and, not unlike standing at the shore of a murky lake, it's
important to understand what's below the surface before you dive in. You think you know Casco Viejo real estate. But you have no idea...
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Written by Matt Landau
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It was not so much a dream but rather a goal of mine to carry
around a hammer for a living. As a child, plumbers and painters would regularly
come into our home wearing tool belts equipped wrenches and screwdrivers and
bolts, but a hammer to me was the ultimate status symbol. The ultimate emblem
of power according to The Thor.
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Written by Keenan
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Adam
stayed here for 10 days so... he deserves two shout outs. As Matt
has wrote, there are times at the hotel when we're not exactly busy. Now that's not a good thing at all, but
because it's the middle of the low season, we take it with a grain of salt,
tequila and some limes.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Keenan's Spanish has improved immensely. He's gotten to a
point where carrying a decent conversation or expressing an important to-do
list is not anymore a struggle. And as luck would have it, the teachers we
have, in part, to thank for this upturn are not real people but rather miniature
Spanish voices.
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Written by Matt Landau
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It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon when Elida, our maid,
approached me in a seemingly-concerned state to reveal she had found something alarming
in the Mendez apartment.
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Written by Keenan
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A friend from college came down here a few weeks ago. Adam is his name, being doctor is
his game. Adam is studying to be a
Pediatric Gastroenterologist. He's been
in school for the past 22 years and he's looking at 9 more. He loves it.
He even helped realign my spine and informed me on the benefits of
Flaxseed oil. Even better, Adam is
blind. He can't even see his patients,
he just knows.....
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Written by Keenan
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I arrived in Panama with no
knowledge of the Spanish tongue. However, for only being here a few
months I've made ample progress and as can be expected, hilarious moments are a
plenty.
It was during my first week in Panama.
Matt went to the gym early and told me to meet him at the Bagel Café. He
asked me if I knew where it was and how to get there. Of course I
said.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Today I needed to change locks on a set of doors and had
planned on using a man recommended to me by a friend. The seventy year old man,
supposedly the best of his locksmith kind in Panama, was named Sr. Jaimito which
roughly translates to Little Old Man James.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Last weekend Casco Antiguo hosted a festival of the crafts.
The day was characterized by scolding hot sun, frantic snow cone salesmen, and
some of the neatest crafts I've seen in the country to date.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Whichever of us happens to be in Panama City running the
hotel, Keenan and I split time living in the office which is a room slightly
bigger than two bowling alleys put together. While not a lot of time is
actually spent in the space, we take solace in knowing that while yes, what we
live in is equivalent to a shoebox, it is 100% our shoebox. And no one else's.
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Written by Matt Landau
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In the heart of slow season, there is a lot of down time during
which I like to bond with Elida the maid. Well, it isn't as much bonding as me
trying to think of useful things for her to do during the six hours she's
scheduled to work everyday.
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Written by Matt Landau
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For the longest time, I was under the impression that SUNTRACS
was a kind of chips. "OK" I'd say to friends arguing so vehemently over them. "So
they're healthy and all. But is it really worth shouting over a baked snack?"
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Written by Matt Landau
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Living in Casco Antiguo, I am privy to a lot of things
people in the "modern quarter" are not. Things like beer parties at noon on
Tuesday, frenzied domino matches that last long into the night, and soccer
games that long withstand their ghetto veneer.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Just the other day, we here at Los Cuatro Tulipanes realized
the need for an additional employee and Keenan, with his ever-increasing vocabulary,
adopted the task of informing our current favorite Elida hoping that someone with
her hard work ethic would surely have similarly-qualified friends.
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Written by Matt Landau
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So you know what you are getting into before you decide to
visit or invest in Casco Viejo, here are 5 good rules that may save you the
trip. If any of these apply to you, Multiplaza Mall or Decameron might be
better places for you to spend your valuable vacation or investment time.
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Written by Matt Landau
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For two weeks I adopted the job of walking my neighbors’ two
cocker spaniels, Kizzy and Ouija. Because the Los Cuatro Tulipanes hotel office
is practically next door, I found it no problem, even a bit flattering, that
they’d trust me with their two dogs, affectionately referred to as “the kids”.
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Written by Matt Landau
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In constantly searching for ways to better promote Los
Cuatro Tulipanes, we were recently approached by FASHION Magazine to be a
feature hotel in an article they were doing on Panama. When one editor arrived
wearing a cowboy hat and bug-eyed glasses, I knew from the start that we’d
never live up to their standards.
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Written by Matt Landau
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It was a slow day at Los Cuatro Tulipanes in that the only
guests staying with us were a geriatric couple who moved like snails, so Keenan
and I decided to drive into the interior of the country, where life seems to
move at a slower rate and Coca Colas only cost a quarter.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Keenan had expressed interest in buying a slow cooker for
several weeks; the type of electric hotpot that could be prepared in the
morning with the necessary ingredients, and ready by the evening, free of
attention or culinary talent. When no one offered to pitch in any money, he
broke down and bought the thing himself—the look of his face upon delivery, not
unlike that of a new father, of pride and anticipation.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Keenan forgot his favorite watch back in the United States,
and by the way he spoke of it, I would not have been surprised should the thing
have been able to cook dinner. “It is an amazing watch,” he said, the way most
people speak of their children or spouses, “and I feel uncomfortable without it
around my wrist.”
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Written by Matt Landau
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Amidst all the hype surrounding real estate and renovation
in Casco Antiguo, it can be easy to overlook some of the neighborhoods most
authentic artists, and no I’m not talking about the guys who strum a guitar
then ask for tips, nor the ones who paint larger than life canvases. No, I’m
talking about true artists like this one I met just the other day. Frank he’s
called.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Some of my favorite buildings in Casco Antiguo might
resemble, to a naked eye, a type of bombed-out war station: their crumbling
rocks and overgrown foliage donned on by decades of auxiliary time and
wandering eyes. To me though, and for many other who visit the old quarter, it’s
easy to see the future of that which time has so slowly aged away.
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Written by Matt Landau
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To some, the raw and unrefined look of Casco Antiguo’s
squatter population is an eye sore. To me, there could be no better place to practice
some poor hygiene of my own.
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Written by Matt Landau
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There’s a man known in Casco Antiguo simply as Bocas. His
look is non-threatening like that of a dove and he knows, or at least pretends
to know, everything important about the old quarter.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Sitting in the office, Keenan and I heard this thumping that
sounded like a handicapped elephant trying to get up a flight of stairs. We
opened the door, but instead of an elephant it was a young guy trying to lug a
large plastic suitcase, the kind of thing that you might store a large uzi.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Just the other day, I decided to bypass my daily sit-down lunch meal in an effort to more acquaint myself with the street food of Casco Antiguo. Unlike Manolo Caracol or Ego, the street food in this neighborhood is not served on a bright white napkin. But in reality, it was the shady fruits and shadowy snacks that I was after.
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Written by Matt Landau
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The title of owning a hotel sounds as impressive as that of a racecar driver. And while this isn't exactly a hotel in the traditional sense, the actual particulars of it are about as sexy and glamorous as Victoria’s Secret senior citizen line of lingerie.
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Written by Matt Landau
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It was a busy week at Los Cuatro Tulipanes and four of the apartments were occupied when Elida the maid called in sick. I phoned frantically the several other maids I knew and trusted, but each of them seemed to have prior cleansing engagements. I even offered a free bottle of Windex, but no dice.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Having arrived in Panama with a significant hunk of Spanish already figured out, I suppose I don’t know how Keenan feels. He’s starting the fight to learn Spanish from what amounts to lingual zilch, hearing words for the first time like a large baby.
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Written by Matt Landau
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Looking to buy one singular cigarette? How about some boiled potato looking thing with wrinkly orange skin? What about a small package of stale strawberry cookies? Search no further, your answer has arrived.
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Written by Matt Landau
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When I first visited the hidden alleyways and breezy public squares of Casco Viejo (or Casco Antiguo as its officially called) I felt a bit uncomfortable. I had left the sullied streets of New Jersey just days earlier in search of what I envisioned Panama to be; an exotic and untapped wonderland unlike anything I knew. The kind of place I could sip freshly shucked coconuts, walk in jungles with no shoes, and sleep peacefully by the sea. |
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Written by Keenan Lee
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Pinch me. That's been my motto for the past few months. A little over a year ago I was working at a law firm in New York City. The Big Apple. The City that Never Sleeps. Destiny for any college grad from New Jersey. I loved it. My parents and their friends always reminisced about "being young in New York". And I was living it. Full throttle.
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