Tourist Land and a Great Afternoon with Chicago
We were to meet just down the ocean from where Michael and I are living at the Wet Lizard restaurant in the Tourist Village. As I entered the Tourist Village I realized that obviously, I blended in very well. Belizeans have to get passes at the office around back to enter this covetted spot in the city. I needed no pass and just walked in with out a second thought or glance.

After a long lunch and some drinks we headed into what seems like the biggest and most expensive structure in all of Belize, the Tourist Village. It's the closest to a mall I had been in for months and I actually found the experience a little overwhelming. It was crowded with all three cruise ships worth of people, all of whom appeared to be American. It was surreal. Being there allowed me to realize how much different my surroundings have been since we have been living here. Sheryl found some cute skirts from a shop where the owner and I made the 'Michael is taking care of my banking' connection, all the while I was astounded that I had not been to this 'Tourist Land' before.

Michael called on my cell phone eager to have us visit him at the bank. Downtown Belize City is just a few minutes walk from the Tourist Village so I took Leo and Sheryl out of the fantasy and in to the real Belize. Within a couple of minutes away from Village the calls for 'braid your hair' and 'taxi' subsided. I ran into my trusty taxi driver, Jason, whom I call when I need to get around, said hello, and we were off towards the bridge. I tried to be a guide transfering the bits of knowledge I had learned since residing here to my Leo and Sheryl. Once over the bridge, I redcognized one of the regular guys who harrass people for cash. He began to approach Leo to bug him. As I saw the approach I whipped around and sternly said 'he has nothing for you'. The pan handler disappeared pretty quick. I realized that I had just been protective of a man who can protect himself so I apologized for my gut reaction. At that moment I more importantly realized that I am finally unafraid of this city. If you didn't know I was afraid when we first arrived.
It is all so familiar now. I thought back to when I first travelled to Jamaica with the Telpners. Michael and I spent an afternoon in a town called Falmouth. I necessarily wasn't afraid, just uncomfortable. After yesterday, I realize my and most people's ability to adapt. After living here I can comfortably say visiting Falmouth after living in Belize City is like visiting Woodstock, Ontario after living in Toronto. How far I've come.


Leo and Sheryl getting ready to go back to their fantastic vacation on the cruise ship.