Carne Mono

I hopped a bus from Boquete to David this morning to see Adam's band play at a Sunday market (Barrio Bolivar Museo). It was awesome until some lady dressed like a park ranger got up on stage and kept insisting that everyone try the "mono." Mono means Monkey in Spanish, so I was feeling pretty creeped out but I tried to maintain an open mind. Adam's girlfriend saw my reaction and took me to where the mono was sold. She also insisted I at least try it, but I refused and told her I could not imagine what my friends and family would think about me eating monkey meat. She played it out very well and finally confessed it wasn't monkey but a combination of rice, beans, plantain, and beef wrapped in a giant leaf. She bought me one and it was delicious. I hope I don't find out later that it really was monkey meat. Great day!