My aunt knows how much I want to go to Coiba and has an inkling of how much my recent dilemma was tearing me up. She made a few phone calls this afternoon, called in a few favors. We are going to go to Coiba on Monday morning, returning Tuesday. A Panamanian government agency is going to lend us a boat and pilot; we just have to pay for the gas.
Oh, happy, joy, joy!