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This is Belize: Nature serves up a spectacle this morning and gratitude runs amuck

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Sunrise this morning on Ambergris Caye , Belize was so worth getting up for this morning. Well, nearly every morning.

The breeze, steady as ever through the night, picked up urgency around 5:30 this morning. The time is a guess. The first water taxi hadn’t yet sped up the coast. The bell-curve thump-and-rumble of that boat is like a  morning cock’s crow to mainlanders.  Only more pleasant.

It was still too black out to see, but my wind gauge was beginning to go off the charts.

I use the rustle of the coconuts and palms posted outside my bedroom window as a reliable source of wind information. Slightly breezy and they sound like waves lapping against the beach.

In fact, I’ve learned to distinguish the lapping of waves against the rustle of fronds.  It is an art that takes time to train a keen ear. It often requires lying very still in bed, listening closely to the sounds and then opening one eye, ever so slightly, to observe the weather outside and measure it against the assumptions. Read the rest of this entry »

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This is Belize: We prepare, we sit and we wait . . . for Earl?

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It is mid-afternoon and the surf is picking up energy. The sharp white line in the distance is the barrier reef with pounding waves coming in from the east to rile it up
It is mid-afternoon and the surf is picking up energy. The sharp white line in the distance is the barrier reef with pounding waves coming in from the east to rile it up

We woke up this morning to a glorious Caribbean sunrise with swatches of blue sky amid the gauzy clouds and golden amber glow. A flat sea, still wind and barely visible reef greeted me and my cup of coffee. And mosquitoes, the most murderous panicky mosquitoes I have ever encountered here.

Tonight, I suspect,  will reveal to us one of those many variations of hell that the imaginations of god-fearing mortals have conjured through the ages.

This hell has a name and it is Earl. Read the rest of this entry »

What a difference a day makes on Ambergris Caye

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Here is the view from our deck on Sunday morning as we were about to receive our first significant rain in months. It mostly poured on Monday, Belize’s Independence Day, which was supposed to be celebrated here with a big, colorful, joyous parade.

The Jump Up Parade  been postponed until Saturday.

This is around 11:30 a.m. on Sunday, Sept. 20, 2015. The sky was gray-black until this little light hole opened ever so briefly. It has been overcast and raining  since then, until Tuesday afternoon.

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This is the same sky this morning, Sept. 23, 2015, the first day of Fall on Ambergris Caye. It is true that our trees don’t change color but our skies certainly do!

Happy Autumn, every one!

Sunrise, Sept. 23, 2015. First day of Autumn.
Sunrise, Sept. 23, 2015. First day of Autumn.

Nice try, rain clouds. You almost made it!

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Instead of going about their business and bringing rain to this parched island, most clouds this morning took turns playing "Guess what shape I look like?" Very disappointed in them.
Instead of going about their business and bringing rain to this parched island, most clouds this morning took turns playing “Guess what shape I look like?” Very disappointed in them.

This morning it tried so hard to rain. The clouds gathered on the horizon and put on their best gray colors for the march westward toward our shore.

Unfortunately, the wind’s heart just wasn’t into it.

Oh, a few gusts rose to the occasion and a very few clouds made it to drop sprinkles here and there. Read the rest of this entry »

I swear, the heat’s making me stupid

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Two men slowly  press north in a boat full of trimmings. Manual labor here can be hard, really hard. Then add the heat and dust and bugs. Serious admiration for Ambergris Caye's laborers.
Two men slowly press north in a boat full of trimmings. Manual labor here can be hard, really hard. Then add the heat and dust and bugs. Serious admiration for Ambergris Caye’s laborers.

I thought for sure that it would rain last night.

While cycling back from Annie’s with a bag of chips for dinner I felt like the mythical fish on a bicycle (“A woman needs a man like a fish ….”).

No feminism reflections here. It was just so muggy that it felt like the air itself would burst open like a balloon and unleash torrents upon this parched little island. Read the rest of this entry »