Will brake for museums (Drive Day 118 minus 14 years)
The best part of killing time while waiting for a ship to separate you from your home-on-wheels is the chance to wander aimlessly. Which, for us, means stopping any time we see evidence of a town museum. Panama seems to be covered in them — and even if they’re closed there’s usually a note with directions to the house of someone who has a key. Actually tracking down the keeper of dusty museum keys makes more sense that it might seem. Because in these municipal, part-time, all-volunteer museums we discover how deeply Panamanians treasure their collective story. When we find one featuring Darido’s masks, we take it as a sign our commissioned pieces of Panamanian culture are ready for pickup.
Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa.
"TeresaBruceBooks" 