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Step 2: Sell everything … then have a good cry

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Not just a house but a lovingly curated show of the life and times and aspirations of Rose Alcantra.
Not just a house but a lovingly curated show of the life and times and aspirations of Rose Alcantara.

A cynic, wrote Oscar Wilde in “Lord Darlington,” is “a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

Which brings us to item No. 2 on our list of things to do as we move to Belize: “Sell everything.”

Here’s the problem, Oscar, we know the value of everything and the price of nothing. So that makes us, what? Stricken with emotional rigor mortis, I think.

But here’s what we are discovering: Stuff is memory. Stuff is identity. Stuff is emotional. Stuff is expression. Stuff is defining. Stuff is functional.  Stuff is connective tissue. Stuff is comfort. Stuff is self. Stuff is continuity. Stuff is nostalgia.

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‘In an uncertain world, you can never have too many Monkey Bobs’

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Look, Monkey Bob would be the first to admit that he was a little spontaneous and unpredictable. In Belize, he had a way with the ladies and could disappear for hours without an apology or explanation.
Look, Monkey Bob would be the first to admit that he was a little spontaneous and unpredictable. In Belize, he had a way with the ladies and could disappear for hours without an apology or explanation.

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Long time readers of this blog — some of you go back decades … to where I’m not sure – will remember a little miscommunication that led to our split with our Belize travel companion, Monkey Bob.

And sometimes Monkey Bob just drank too much and got reckless. Belekins are pretty small beers but they go down smoothly. The buzz kind of sneaks up on you on a warm summer's night.
And sometimes Monkey Bob just drank too much and got reckless. Belekins are pretty small beers but they go down smoothly. The buzz kind of sneaks up on you on a warm summer’s night.

What part of “we’re leaving in five minutes!” he didn’t understand, I’ll never know.

I say “never” because Monkey Bob has made no attempt to contact us since staying behind at the Orchid Bay Resort near Corozal. While Rose and I continued our journey to the rainforest community of San Ignacio, Monkey Bob made a deliberate and, I believe, possibly self-centered decision to remain behind.

It broke Rose’s heart because the two of them were near constant companions and getting along magnificently as travel companions.

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