No Place Like Home!

No Place Like Home!

I'm staying at a lovely, beachfront resort. A luxury resort by Placencia standards. AC, Cable (several channels!), "two" bedrooms and a kitchen, dining area, living room and full bath.

When I got back with Bill, he told me he rearranged the place a little.

A view from my "room"

Turns out, the second 'bedroom' is really more the size of a smallish walk-in closet. So.....

I sleep in the kitchen. 

That's my bed next to the fridge.   

I added the orange scarf to, you know....make it more homey.

 Technically, I guess it's the dining area.

 The resort brought up a cot that sits about 10 inches off the ground and it's sitting in the place of the dining table – which Bill moved to his bedroom to do work (a lot of hummus nutrition labels this week, it would seem....). The cot actually is pretty comfortable. That's it there under that interrogation...I mean, 'kitchen' lamp.

Of course, it's no Fluff Cloud like I have at home... 

The Fluff Cloud - Thank You, Shannon!

As cots go, it's really not bad, except for that second half of a deep knee bend I have to do first thing every morning (my morning workout!) just to get out of it.  It's quite accommodating.   And......it's on a beachfront in Belize, so...

Waking up in the middle of the night to see this guy staring at me doesn't even really scare me....too much

In fact, it doesn't scare me nearly as much as the giant parrot on the porch. That dude startles me every time I walk out the door. He's almost as tall as I am!

My first night here I got settled in.  Bill left to go play banjo at a beach bar - he sits in with different bands in bars up and down the peninsula.   I was tired from traveling and kind of hungry so within my first couple of hours here, I broke a rule I had kept almost my entire month here the last time......I went out after dark.

During the golf cart ride in from the airport, Bill told me about how much has changed in the village in the 4 years since my last visit.    There's almost no loose, wild dogs any more.

(I guess there are still loose dogs, but most of them wear collars now and belong to people)

Also, there are Police Officers now that walk up and down the road and a lot less of the "aggressively friendly'' dudes hanging out to greet you. I figured for a quick walk to the closest place to grab something I'd be fine. Up the beach, over a little bridge, past the pool hall I made my way, got some dinner and went right back.   No problems.  

The next morning I went for a walk on the same route only to find this possible crime scene.

Right at the foot of the little bridge I crossed in the dark last night - a beach stabbing, if you will.

Don't know what the circumstances of this could have been...maybe da beach had it comin'. 

The knife was gone later that morning.   A clumsy chef on his way to a resort?  I don't know.

It's very quiet here at South Waters, otherwise.   The village is a 4 or 5 minute walk, so there's little foot traffic except for other resort folk and there are few of those.

I sat on the porch the other morning watching this guy cut coconuts out of the palms, then use a machete to slice them open and get the water out.  It took 11 coconuts to make about a gallon - seems like a lot to me.  Think about that the next time you drink coconut water!

My first day and a half was mostly restful.   I went for a ride with Bill to return the golf cart.   Turned out it needed gas so the ride took us up the peninsula about 5 minutes past the airport, a great way to sight-see without having to walk!

Later, I saw this sign in town and felt very far from home.   But it's good to know Friends are only 3 steps away!