Hello Universe. Good morning on this rainy, gray Erie day. I want to ask your help with something. Well, with everything, really.
Today we celebrate our last child’s birthday. Adelena Sara, named after my mom, was born three years ago today. Sometimes I think my kids’ birthdays are more my celebrations than theirs because these are the dates I’m reminded of the gift of having them in my life.
Coming back home has been a shock. Even as early as the airport in Belize, I felt odd being surrounded by more white people than brown people. I have nothing against white people, mind you! It is just what we got used to. (Once, when the kids were in school in San Ignacio, Brenny came home in the afternoon and said, “White people visited our school today to tell us about God.” I just about died laughing.)
And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end. — Pico lyer
As we plan for our upcoming departure from Belize, our thoughts turn to life back home. After a six-month break, it will feel strange going back to the United States. Very strange indeed.
As a foreigner in Belize, we feel as if everyone is (potentially) out to get us. Or, at the very least, curious, wondering what we’re doing here. We do get stared at quite a lot. We feel like we stand out since we are very white people in a very brown country. Also, since we don’t know very many people, we don’t know who we can trust. We’re not overly concerned, but we’d be foolish not to consider our personal safety as we and the kids walk around town.
They’re tucking in for the night, after a long afternoon in the subtropical sun. My children. My greatest love. I’m crazy about these little people.
A Belizean friend invited us today to the pool at the resort where she works, so we went up the hill to have lunch and a swim. We took her two children along with us and had lots of fun playing in the water. We don’t normally go to pools here since all the hotels charge $5 (or more) per person to swim. Too expensive for a family of six. So we relegate pools to “special occasion” category and make heavy use of the rivers.
Our six months of living in Belize will come to an end 30 days from today. I sit here thinking inward thoughts and guarding over my number four, who has a stomach virus. It’s always difficult to watch the littlest ones suffer through an illness. At one point, she cried, “Mama, mama,” and my heart melted.
Water rushing with purpose: forceful yet calming. Dragonflies hover above the surface of the Mopan River, flashing their whisper-thin blue wings, and lazy puffs of clouds roll unhurriedly through the blue sky.
Fresh. Pure. Hot. And infused with flavor.
Sometimes, we all need to spice up our life. Fresh salsa is so extremely awesome that you’ll feel you’ve changed your life once you start with it. You’ll never be the same. And you’ll never go back to jarred again.