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So, I didn’t have a heart attack after all, Part II

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Water taxis to Caye Caulker and Belize City at the ready in San Pedro, Belize.
Water taxis to Caye Caulker and Belize City at the ready in San Pedro, Belize. Those seats on top? The best when the weather is good.

The San Pedro Belize Express water taxi pulled out on time Wednesday, 11 a.m., and pointed its bow toward Belize City — with a stop, of course, at Caye Caulker on the way.

This one had forward facing seats, rather than benches.  Much preferred for the 90 minute ride. Up top on the bridge in the open air would have been even better. Except that on this day a two-person kayak occupied that space.

Last week, when  we took the water taxi, the captain did a U-turn at sea  to pick up some fresh lobsters from a boatman, then dropped off a guy on  Caye Chapel. He was late for his foursome at the country’s only golf course. You never know.

Rose read her Kindle. I did my best to meditate.

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Closing up shop

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What does Rose do when she isn't teaching Pilates or yoga? Stuff like this: Hanging yoga with daughter, Caira.
What does Rose do when she isn’t teaching Pilates or yoga? Stuff like this: Hanging yoga with her daughter, Caira.

Rose stops working after December 31st.

January first begins the Big Push to put everything in order for our Feb. 7 move to Belize. And, my goodness, there is a lot to do.

So, essentially “Pilates by Rose” will be no more. I don’t think that has completely sunk in as Rose has been extremely busy making sure every person gets an appropriate final session and a new Pilates home.

You see, these aren’t clients. They are friends — and Rose has a deep personal connection with every one of them. Read the rest of this entry »

‘Belize or bust’ takes on a new meaning

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Rose has done yoga by herself every morning under the palapa at the end of a pier just north of Turtle Inn. The owners let inn guests use the pier. Nice neighbors!
Rose has done yoga by herself every morning under the palapa at the end of a pier just north of Turtle Inn. The owners let inn guests use the pier. Nice neighbors!

We make plans. We make plans. We make plans.

So exhilarating.

So in control of our future.

We make plans. Therefore, we are. We make plans. Therefore, we will be.

And then, something happens. And all those plans, all those to-do lists and decision trees and carefully calibrated calculations which are designed to regain control over your life … they don’t mean anything.

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