Wow! What an experience. It’s going to take a while for me to sort though my impressions and pass them along, but I’ll try to give you a general idea now.
First, I can’t believe I chased a shark. More on that later.
I started with a cold, am apparently getting a cold now, got a horrendous sunburn, and won’t remember any of that in years to come.
We were very much the minority in Belize. The only other whites I saw there were other tourists, and a few resort owners. Mr. Al said he saw one in their army but I missed him. Makes me wonder what happened to the English who colonized back when Belize was British Honduras. We got stared at a lot, yet I never felt as though I were being intruded upon.
Mayans are short, often less than 4 feet tall.
Sea breezes are great. Ziplines are fun. Being on the go all the time lets you see more and keeps the kids from fighting as much, but a lot can be said for simply laying around on the beach with your laptop.
To get there we had to drive past snow. To get back we had to drive past snow. While there we sweatted buckets. It seemed both strange and natural that I should experience both in a matter of days.
Curly hair, of my variety, turns into an afro when confronted by high heat and humidity. Thank God, or a clever woman, for braids.
It’s hard to get my mind back into Suzie or Zack when I’ve been listening to Huckleberry Finn on tape. When I close my eyes it isn’t a crash on the streets of Madison that I visualize but Adarondak chairs on white sand. This Friday is going to be a challenge for me.