Our Family Vacation to Belize and Smashing Poo
11.06.2013 - 17.06.2013 90 °F
Silencio antes de nacer, silencio después de la muerte, la vida es puro ruido entre dos insondables silencios. - Isabel Allende
10 months ago, we decided to take our first international trip with the kids since the last time when we headed south to Argentina with Sophie. This time we decided on the Central American country of Belize.
Travel by Plane, Taxi, and Ferry Can Be Exhausting
This trip was designed to be a week to simply recharge our batteries from the school year. We weren't going to hit a bunch of sites everyday, we would just spend our time on the island of Caye Caulker. Caye Caulker's motto is "Go Slow" and that is all we planned to do, go slow.
An Island Taxi
There are three common modes of transport on Caye Caulker. You either walk, ride a bike, or if you have the means, you drive a golfing cart. Whatever you choose, you have to slow down for island speed bumps, thick rope lying across the sand.
The Northern Spit on Caye Caulker
Our daily routine followed the island motto.
First, Dominic would wake up between 5:30 and 6:00, one of us would stumble out of bed, and give him a movie to watch. Most often it was Cars 2. Yes, he watched a movie every morning for a week, a strong indication of quality parenting.
Happiness is playing in water
After brekkie, we would jump on our three bikes and bike down the main dirt/sand roads towards the northern spit of the island that contained the only area suitable for people to swim. The area was characterized by a cement pier that crumbled into the water. At least the northern spit provided a small area without coral or sea grass.
Lunch back at our rental house followed our salty excursions to the north. If possible, Nadine or I would score a nap in the only room with AC while the kids played or watched another movie. Another demonstration of quality parenting.
Another successful lunch
After lunch, naps, and Disney movies, we would mount our bikes and head back to the northern spit for an afternoon of swimming.
Are we headed back to swim?
Evenings consisted of a lazy dinner and bed whenever a day in the hot, humid weather of Belize beckoned sleep.
That is a magnificent tree. No really, that is called the Magnificent tree
The first morning on the northern spit, we met a Kiwi family with a 5 year old daughter and a 3 year old son. Over the week, our two families spent mornings swimming at the spit and a few afternoons swimming in their pool. We actually had both looked at renting the same house, but we decided against it because it had a loft room for the kids.
As a language teacher, the words that people choose are quite different from what we are used to.
Even though dogs haven't over populated the island, you must always be mindful of little dogs "surprises". One morning while we visited a café, Sophie accidentally stepped in some dog shit unbeknownst to us. While we stood in the café, the barista suddenly stated, "your daughter has smashed poo!"
Neither Nadine nor I immediately knew what she was talking about until she pointed at Sophie's brown flip flops leaving tracks on the floor. Oops.
Little Sophie had found a little doggie treat outside.
Sunny days and hot, humid afternoons had kept an unknown nuisance at bay. By the second to last day, rain had visited the island and cooled it off significantly, giving this nuisance a free pass to feast. In only a day and a half, mosquitos attacked us without cease. If you were outside, you were fodder for their vampire tendencies. Suddenly, as we departed Belize, we found our bodies riddled with red, swollen mosquito bites. I guess that was our only manner to requite our time on the island.