Sand Bar

Closing out Rose’s birthday season searching for manatees and hanging out at the sand bar

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Welcome to the sand bar.
Welcome to the sand bar.

It is a good day when you can say you spent some time on a boat searching for a herd of manatees.

And we did. On Saturday. En route to the sand bar.

Our captain Eddy had seen about 14 manatees around the south end of Ambergris Caye only the day before so we slowed to a halt at the same spot. Everybody  put on their best sea squints and searched the horizons. Read the rest of this entry »

Exactly what is a ‘lost’ day in Paradise?

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My taxi awaits, for the 90 minute trip to Belize City. Inside seating is best if you are hoping to avoid the wind and rain. Clearly, the best views and wildest ride is up on the bridge with the San Pedro Express boat captain. These guys run on time, by the way.
My taxi awaits, for the 90 minute trip to Belize City. Inside seating is best if you are hoping to avoid the wind and rain. Clearly, the best views and wildest ride is up on the bridge with the San Pedro Express boat captain. These guys run on time, by the way.

Writing about a lost day in Paradise is kind of like writing about inefficiency in government. It is hard to make it sound new or interesting.

Just the same, yesterday was sort of a lost day during which I traveled great distances and accomplished very little.

I hitched a ride to San Pedro Town with Rose in her golf cart, on her way to her 10 a.m. Pilates class at Zen Belize. My plan was to catch the 11 a.m water taxi to Belize City. By any international standards I was way too early which means I had plenty of time for a banana-coconut colada smoothie and banana muffin with black coffee chaser at Latitudes Cafe.

Actually, I take back what I said. I was productive. Read the rest of this entry »

Desert island dreams become real on a Monday afternoon

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On the Sand Bar on Monday, first there were the birds . . . .
On the Sand Bar on Monday, first there were the birds . . . .

I’m flat on my back in water that is just deep enough to cover my ears and muffle the sounds of friends who are happily chatting just a few feet way.

The water is a gloriously comfortable temperature. The sky above is a radiant blue with just enough fluffy bits of cloud to add interest but my eyes are closed, letting the gentle heat of the sun sink deep into the frontal lobe and warm it up like bacon.

Two thoughts are floating through my brain:

1. This is a Monday afternoon. Incredible.

2. If I stay like this long enough, can I grow gills through my ears and never have to get up? Read the rest of this entry »