All work and all play makes Jack a...???

I've found in Peace Corps Panamá the work feels a lot like play and the play feels a lot like work. So what are we left with? Whether playing or working we are actually working or playing meaning it's all work and all play. As an aside, this makes it really important to pursue the completely inert state of neither work nor play, which is most readily achieved in near total darkness in a hammock. Thus, be you in an over, under, or middle-of-the-pack achieving mood, you are most likely working. Here are some examples. The day before yesterday Lauren and I woke up late, didn't really look at a watch until 5:30 p.m. and laughed the whole day through. Play? No, work! That day was probably one of the most productive we've had recently because we visited a bunch of people and got together a very satisfactory plan for an upcoming Earth Day activity we've schemed up. We even got to bathe Goma AND her three kittens. On the other hand, I spent yesterday traveling to a training. Trainings are dull, traveling to trainings is like the dull before the dull storm...work, work, work. Wrong! Four bus trips sleeping like a baby on Panamá-strength Dramamine, then a three-and-a-half hour walk through the beautiful Comarca countryside to be met by three new friends, one actually named Fidel, and guided to a tree house where, after some phone calls, I realized I was a day earlier than everyone else, including the tree house's owner, spending the evening watching the mist roll over the mountains and then clear to reveal a breathtaking night sky as I faded into the solitude of an 11-hour night's sleep with the only thing to do is wait 24-hours for everyone else to show and dry out all my belongings because a torrential down-pour caught me an hour into said three-and-a-half hour walk. For me, that's play. There is no clock to punch in, much less punch out. So what? Why am I sharing this with you? It seemed like a fun idea to write this, but I guess one of the main parts of my job is to share my experiences with folks back home...DOH!