Shortly after moving to Boquete, I reported that everyone in my neighborhood except Señor Lara waves to me when I pass by. Now I know why: Señor Lara is mostly blind. He hasn't been able to see me - or anyone else.
The other day I saw him standing by the road as he is accustomed to do, and stopped to introduce myself. He is a charming man, older and with a big white mustache. He called his grandson, who was still asleep, to come out of the house to translate for us. His grandson is a certified translator, so I had exceptional service.
I told his grandson to tell Señor Lara how distinguished he looks. He seemed to be flattered. Then I promised to make him some cookies, and that made him laugh. I'd actually been thinking about the cookie thing for a long time.
A few days later he was there again, and I stopped to visit - this time without a translator. I told him I would use a system so that he would know when I was passing by: four toots on the horn - SEE - ÑOR -- LA - RA.
This morning I got to use the tooting system. He waved like crazy and shouted something out to me. I don't know exactly what he said, but I know it was good.
Now I need to go make those cookies.