I’m reminded all the time how living abroad is an ongoing process of expansion and release. Allowing in and letting go. Being open to change. Being vulnerable. Getting over myself. Seeing the world with fresh eyes. Creating new memories. Experiencing what this country has to share, again and again. Continue reading “Crossing: Full Moon In Libra”
There will be days when it feels like everything is moving in slow motion, except time.
There will be days when you realize you’ve been in Belize for almost two years, and it depresses you. There will be days when it excites you. Continue reading “There Will Be Days”
Last week there was a hurricane here in Belize, which resulted in us being without electricity for three days. We were lucky in that we still had running water and no serious flooding on the farm, and there wasn’t much water damage to my belongings except for a few soggy books and journals. All things that can be replaced. Still, it was uncomfortable and exhausting, with hot and buggy nights, and spoiled food. Continue reading “Finding My Flow”
It is officially rainy season. We’ve gotten some heavy rains in the past few days, a nice relief from weeks of temperatures hovering around 104 degrees by midday. The nights are cooler again, and this morning I sat out drinking tea and writing in my journal, enjoying a bit of a breeze when I would usually be baking. I welcome the change. Continue reading “A Shift”
Even though I’ve been living in Belize for nine months, I still don’t speak Kriol. Often when I am out and about, buying something or making small talk with folks, people address me in Kriol. Though I understand what they are saying, I don’t respond in Kriol, which then makes them speak to me in carefully enunciated English. I’ve learned not to take it personally, and still like to think that I am not one of “them” – those American expats who come across as an outsider and expect to be catered to. I don’t want to stand out, I want to blend in. Continue reading “Finding My Tongue: On (Not) Speaking Kriol”
Here in Belize, with its year-round heat and sunshine, I’ve actually become more sensitive to dips in temperature. My body feels the difference between eighty-five and ninety degrees, and a few days of seventy degree weather from a coastal cold front feels chilly. As much as I adore living in a place that is always warm, I remember how exciting it was in New York when spring finally sprung. Even though there isn’t a shift in weather here, I am tuning into the spring equinox and its influence on my own internal shift. Continue reading “A Beautiful Mess: Spring Equinox”
One of the things I love about Belize is that just steps away from concrete there is jungle. I live in a small town surrounded by it and don’t have to walk very far to see stretches of land, unmanaged and unmaintained. It’s true that there are more buildings going up, even in the short time that I’ve lived here. And even still, so much of the land in Cayo is lush and green. Continue reading “Wilderness”
Ro’s long-time friend Angela came to visit on Saturday, and we carried on into the week. I’m just now kind of pulling it together. It was totally worth it, though. This was my first time meeting Angela and she’s the homie. We hung out and had brunch at one of my favorite spots, and had dinner on Monday night at a restaurant in Kontiki that I had never been to. Which had delicious frozen margaritas. So, you know. Continue reading “A Late Start”
Yesterday I went to Belize City to meet my friends Fran and Greg, who were in town just for the day. They were new to Belize and I was playing host, which was kind of cool because it was the first time I felt like I finally have a sense of how to get around the neighborhood on my own, and have been to enough spots to make suggestions. Continue reading “Feeling Like A Local”
Ten days felt incredibly full and incredibly short.
Ten days of seeing the people I love and being loved. Ten days of hugs, laughs, good food and too much wine. Of girl talk and late nights. Of wearing more clothes than I’ve worn in months, borrowing boots and scarves for the blizzard. Of riding the subway three times a day, and not really minding. Continue reading “A Return”