At 7 a.m., after a long, grueling red-eye journey from Los Angeles, our plane landed on a narrow runway carved out of the lush rainforest deep in a remote island area of the Panamanian outback. As my son, Adam, 13, and I trudged off the plane, 40 smiling Kuna natives eagerly welcomed us to the exotic island of Playon Chico. With vivid memories of Adam\’s bar mitzvah just a fortnight prior replaying in my mind, I couldn\’t help but think that this would be the adventure of a lifetime. Indeed, it was.