Saturday afternoon, the Texas-based singer Kelly McGuire was commanding the stage at the Dive Bar singing about island life, broken dreams, healing hearts, fresh hopes, sailing away and the joy of a good guitar.
We were sitting at the back of the crowd, next to the dock, where the cool breezes were floating in on the rippling blue Caribbean. Read the rest of this entry »
I found myself with extra time on my hands yesterday afternoon when I arrived at Crazy Canuck’s where Rose was involved in another art class with Melody. The “Splash ‘n Paint” class had more than an hour to go, so I had time to kill.
Killing time, doing nothing, isn’t something that I do very well yet, even after three months here on Ambergris Caye in Belize. Read the rest of this entry »
I think the questions about whether e-books, like Kindle, are the salvation or death of books have been pretty much answered.
The death of bookstores? Maybe.
The death of books? Far from it.
Any questions surrounding their utility and propriety were answered for me, not in some futuristic scenario, but in the dusty streets of this tropical Caribbean island.
Rose and I could live without TV, although we don’t.
Cable TV has a limited number of channels here but it hits all the important bases, including around eight international football channels in numerous languages and accents and two Al Jazeera news channels.
We also get network channels from Chicago, New York and Los Angeles. (So many San Pedranos are Chicago Cubs fans, I’m told, because the Cubs channel, WGN, was among the first and few to be transmitted on cable in its early years.) Read the rest of this entry »
Game on. Game on. Game on.
It is really happening. On Monday at 5:55 a.m. we fly to Belize from San Francisco.
Well, there is one little “maybe” in that.
We’re flying standby which is a bit adventurous in that we may or may not be facing a plane full of people eager to make their way to Dallas at 6 a.m. As of today, there are 30 seats open and not a whole lot of clamoring to fill them.
The key phrase in this scenario is “You never know.” So we are prepared with lots of reading material, an extra change of clothes, WiFi access and a very positive outlook. Plus a deck of cards and a harmonica — which I have no idea how to play.
Hey, maybe we can make a commercial like the one for the car with incredible gas mileage, in which two gringos take language tapes on a road trip, and by the time they make their first stop for fuel they speak flawless Spanish. In my commercial, by the time we reach San Pedro Town I have become the finest blues harmonica player on the island and am in big demand as a guest performer with all the local bar bands. But who or what would the commercial be for? Certainly not an airline … Read the rest of this entry »