But for now it’s Friday, which I am dubbing Flashback Friday. Really, this is just a catchy name for an excuse to post photos from previous travels. Eye candy until we hit the road again.
I won’t regale you with tales from that trip, as most of the details have faded into the sweet, hazy mélange of recollection. What I remember from those two weeks spent in Belize in 2009 is comprised of distinct scenes, not necessarily in chronological order. Smells, sounds, tastes and textures. Such is the nature of memory.
I remember the bucking and tossing of our tiny dive boat on a stormy day, how tranquil the barrier reef was below, and the giant sea turtle who swam alongside us. I remember the clouds of mosquitoes on Caye Caulker, thick and heavy and tortuous every evening, and the smell of the mosquito repellent incense we burned in the house. I remember several hilarious misadventures, including an 8-mile sea kayak expedition through a squall, hitchhiking with a self-righteous ex-pat who turned our 2-hour route into an 8-hour route, and a stubborn tromp through a flooded jaguar preserve in the dark. I remember the strange amalgamation of languages, the taste of fresh creole conch, and learning to play a local card game with no end, no winners, and no losers. I remember the refreshing sweetness of a coconut with a straw in it, sea breeze against my sticky, salty skin, and reggaeton pulsing through the evening stillness.
Here are some photos from that trip as they reflect my memory of that place. Enjoy!