Sunday seems to be national BBQ day in Belize. We didn’t think too much of it in San Pedro when on Sunday there were street BBQs and beach BBQs and many the restaurants featured BBQ as their special of the day, but now we come to another Sunday in another part of the country and we see the same thing. Today started off with waves of really heavy rain that pounded so hard on our tin roof that we had to shout to each other to be heard. The rains finally stopped mid- morning and it’s like some switch was flipped in the heavens, there were only a few white puffy clouds, the howling wind died down to a gentle breeze, and the thundering surf became a smooth sea of glass. We never would have thought it a few hours before, but it was a perfect beach and kayak day. Kay has several ocean kayaks available for our use so we chose the 2-seater and headed for the water. Now Christian and I have sort of a history of things like this not going so well and ending in an argument, but we both got into the kayak without trouble and headed out. We stayed within a few hundred yards of the shoreline, wanting to see the village from the water. The kayaking was so much fun, we were reluctant to return. But hunger and the promise of BBQ everywhere brought us in. Kay had washed a few clothes for us in her washing machine. But she did not have a dryer, like 98%of the people here. We see clothes hanging out on lines everywhere we go. The year round warm weather and sea breezes dry the clothes almost as quick as a dryer. So with our clothes hung out to dry, we headed out to get some BBQ. We were not disappointed. We chose a place that we had been to a few times already. Not always to eat, but because they have live music often. Today was beach music to go with the BBQ. Our BBQ plate had meat (chicken or pork), homemade baked beans and a tortilla (which comes with everything). It was really delicious. I don’t know why I expected that they would be unable to do good BBQ here, but I was wrong
Take me there now! Loving your writings and loving that you are so happy and enjoying it all so. But I hope my dream last night doesn’t come true. I dreamed that only Christian came home and you stayed never to return. He only came back to pack everything up and that ya’ll were going to be there permantly. I woke up crying only to then realize Hey, I’m booking my ticket tomorrow.