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Posted in Art, Entertainment, Photography
Tagged Art, fun, museum, reflection, San Diego
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Thanks for Brushing
Thank you for:
pulling the blanket up, to make up the warmth from you leaving the bed.
kissing me each morning, to remind me that you’ll miss my messy head.
texting me each day, to let me know you’re thinking of me often.
working, so that I don’t have to, but can when I feel the need.
cooking, cleaning, helping, and being here.
reading beside me and getting the crossword clues.
always holding my hand and never being shy to say I love you.
not judging me, in my many iterations, and showing me you care.
standing next to me, after you put my toothpaste on my brush.
Bye For Now
We’re up a half hour before the sun, and I check the room again to make sure we’re not forgetting anything. We have the front desk call someone to pick up our gear and verify a taxi is on the way. The taxi picks us up at 530 am and takes us the ten minutes to the port. The porters load our bags on board. We spend five minutes at Caye Caulker and it’s another fifty minutes to the mainland.
We peruse a shop while we wait for our stuff to be unloaded. With luggage in hand, we notice a guy waiting with Caleb’s name on a sign. Some kids ask us for change, and a guy in a military-like uniform tells them off from the parking lot where our ride, a Foton van, to the airport awaits. Our driver had a gall bladder stone removed two months ago and wants to learn diving next year.
We wish him luck as he drops us at 815 am. I buy a Snickers bar for $2 and learn that countries sell them in different weights (mine being 58.7 g) while Caleb talks with the employee. Once we’re able to drop our bags, we get fry jacks outside and walk to see a jet, then go through customs and security. I find a store selling stickers, but sadly none that I want.
I get us a crappy pizza that we finish, after paying our departure tax of $35.50 each, before boarding. Note for my return: stick to local dishes (always a good idea) and Mexican food while here, as it won’t be as disappointing when it’s bad (chances are lower of this happening). We get moved out of the exit row, which Caleb always tries to procure for that extra legroom and child-free seating.
Somehow, we still have more space to stretch our legs. There is gum stuck to the wall, so Caleb grabs a wipe and then another to get rid of the goo on our tray tables. I do a crossword puzzle, and we’re in the air, then landing in Houston hours later. A woman joins our race up the stairs to get to customs, so we race her down the escalator after.
We get dinner in the United Lounge, which includes jalapeno mac-n-cheese and a cinnamon sugar donut. I’ll read for the majority of the flight to San Diego. I hear a kid next to me, “I’m trying to avoid the forever box.. a coffin.. I’ve been researching West Nile Virus, and I scared myself.” Fallon is there to pick us up, and we will get home after 9 pm.
Posted in Food, Travel, Water
Tagged airplane, Belize, clouds, sunburn, transportation
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A Day on San Pedro
I finished my milkshake and rum cake from yesterday before we went to Rum+Bean to get cold brews to-go; they looked like a milk and a dark chocolate drink. We rented a golf cart for eight hours since we’re already within our no-dive zone for flying tomorrow. Our first destination is Elite Adventures, located at 2 Mile North of the Bridge, 1, San Pedro. We went to retrieve Caleb’s bottle and were given his shirt that we forgot we left.
Elite Adventures
We buy a few shirts and then continue north in the rain. We stop at the White Sands Dive Shop just to walk to the water and back. We make it a bit further before I decide to turn us around. My butt is soaked in the seat, but the hand holding my camera is dry. When we get to The Truck Stop, the rain has ceased. There is a truck frame that has become a garden and the namesake of this home for iguana, a family of blue crabs, the tiniest lizard we have ever seen, and a crocodile that flops away into hiding at the sound of Caleb’s whistle, because you can never see enough crabs.
The Truck Stop
We had backtracked to look at Aces Wildlife Rescue, but visits are by appointment only for a guided tour of their rehab facility and sanctuary. So it’s off to Crocs Sunset Sports Bar on the suggestion to stop in hopes of seeing another crocodile. With no such luck, I drive us to El Fogon for lunch. We start with a chicken salbut (a small deep-fried tortilla), which is a Belizean staple, and order a bowl each of the chicken hearth stew, mine with a side of coconut rice, macaroni salad, and a slice of plantain.
I’m not sure where we ended up, but Caleb had tried to navigate us to a self-tour stop, and it was someone’s house, so Caleb pet their dog while I took some pictures of their lovely backyard that is the Caribbean Sea. We get petrol and make our way back slowly to the resort so we can minimize the wear and tear on Caleb’s already damaged spine.
In our room, I lose wifi before I’m able to post the view from Elite Adventures to Instagram with the caption, “Before the storm, that caught us on a golf cart, and it was still a beautiful day.” We pack and Caleb will sip watermelon juice while I try the sweets from the fridge, only to find out that the chocolate is moldy and the coconut bar is gross. I should have had them on Day 1, but I forgot that the humidity would have such an effect.
Posted in Animals, Art, Food, Media, Places, Travel, Water
Tagged Belize, Elite Adventures, golf cart, restaurant, San Pedro
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Ceviche at Sea
We have a small boat pick us up from the dock by Toast, the seaside grill, where we grabbed dinner last night before going back to the room at Mahogany Bay Resort. They will take us to a larger dock where we will be picked up at 730 for a three-tank dive day. We are grateful that Dolly and David, the couple who joined us in the Great Blue Hole dive, met the owners of this boat and extended the invite. The wife, Joan, holds the record for the least air used on a dive.
The first dive is sans wetsuit, and there are plenty of bright blue fish to keep us company. The second dive is with my 3mm wetsuit on and I’m about the same level of cold. I’m focused on colorful coral and hundreds of cyan sea life, while a few divers are spearfishing the lionfish that will be served with our lunch. I’m glad that we have volunteers helping to decrease the population of an invasive species, and then feed it to me with chicken, potatoes, coleslaw, rice, and beans.
Our third dive could have been in the same spot or on the other side of the island. There was still coral and fish, exactly what we came to see, especially in warmer water than can be found off the coast of California. We’ll talk with Spencer, the husband, for the hour-and-a-half ride back. A woman asks if my one glove is a dive secret, but the captain knew I was hiding something, so he let me keep it… Michael Jackson style.
Spencer was a police officer for 15 years and then a homicide detective for just as many. He tells us about a guy who blew his skull off and had his intact brain slide across the floor, with no AK-47 bullet in it either. We were just as curious about the science behind the scenario as he was, but not enough to get a job as a medical examiner. I’m hit or miss when it comes to bloody scenes as I’m interested in what the body can do, but sometimes what it’s forced into is cringeworthy.
Anywho, Spencer offers to take us out again tonight, but I’m ok focusing on food for the evening. He drops us off at the Victoria House dock, and after a shower, we get our daily milkshake. We are handed three cups to accommodate our add-ins, so Caleb has the energy to clean our gear after dinner. We ordered guacamole and a triple-cheese pizza, and just as quickly got it to-go to escape the mosquitoes. We hang our rinsed gear in the closet and sunroom.
Posted in Animals, Food, GoPro, People, Plants, Travel, Water
Tagged Belize, coral, milkshake, San Pedro, scuba diving, spearfishing
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