Way back in September of 2011 (just two months after moving to Panama), I unexpectedly returned stateside for my grandfather's funeral. Upon my return, I wrote this post.
I am happy to report that now, 18 months after moving to Panama, and 16 months after writing that post, I am able to drink Panama milk without gagging. Riba Smith brand skim milk, to be precise.
I am now officially over my Panama culture-shock. (For now. Don't mention that in-a-box, non-refrigerated, stays-good-for-years milk. I'm never gonna drink that stuff.)