Adventures in Belize

I don’t think I’ll ever forget my adventure here in Belize.  Some memorable moments:

- hitching a ride with a Rastafarian, listening to reggae, seated in the back on palm leaves;

- accidentally stepping on a gecko in the middle of the night (this might have hurt me more than it hurt him);

- investigating an abandoned, damaged truck on the side of the beautiful but dangerous Hummingbird Highway with my fellow teachers, praying that the missing occupants were ok;

- examining a student’s swollen arm from a fer-de-lance snake bite and, hours later, finding out it was only a “worm”;

- nearly losing my mind trying to identify (and stop) the deafening (and scary) noise  coming from the roof in the middle of the night– kind of like an electrical circuit shorting, along with vibrations– I’m told it was likely chicharras, or cicadas;

- using all my might to mash plaintains in a wooden mortar to make hudut, then enjoying it with a side of cucumber ginger juice and then ginger wine for dessert; and

- administering the Infant 1 exams in Spanish and getting the darnedest answers (i.e., “What do you use your eyes for?”  “To watch telenovelas.”  “True or false- our parents work hard to give us food.”  “Right now my parents have no work but they will work soon to give me food.”   Much work here is seasonal, in the citrus industry).

This one's for you, J! Thanks!

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