May 10th, 2008

I should really update this more often

10 May  
I wanted to tell everyone about the awesome time I had when my DAD came to visit me a few weeks ago.
He arrived a few Fridays ago, and I took the bus up to Belize City to meet him. On the way I stopped in and stayed with my friends Ginny and Anthony, who live in a beautiful house (and deservedly so, being beautiful people). J These guys are so chipper and upbeat and optimistic, well; let’s just say they put ME to shame. They shared some great classroom supplement materials and teaching resources which our school is currently using! We had a good day, shopping at a real live supermarket (Save – U), featuring items that I never DREAMED of having access to in this country, including pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, priced at a meager $20 each. Aisles of whole foods, tofu, organic happiness in a 100% post consumer recycled fair trade nonbleached heaven.
Well, maybe I’m exaggerating, but that’s how I felt at the time.
So, dad. I got to the airport road and decided to take the bus and walk a mile, and save a $50 cab fare, and found myself walking next to some guy, about my age. We got to talking and it turns out we grew up within BLOCKS of each other and went to different schools in the same areas. Weird
I ran through the airport and got to the “waving gallery” overlooking the tarmac. There were only two flights that day (small country), and dad got off the plane and I started screaming, waving, and jumping up and down uncontrollably. Of course he couldn’t see or hear me, and the neighboring people in the gallery were backing slowly away to a safe distance. I shot down the stairs, and after several long moments of anticlimactic waiting for him to clear his baggage and customs, I JUMPED in his arms and I was so happy and almost crying and it was so wonderful and great.
“Don’t block the door, please.”
“Oh, sorry.”
 Soooo dad and I began our week long drive around the country in a Suzuki Jimmy, which decided to gradually crap out on us over the course of the seven days. It was little stuff at first, struts rattling, gears sticking, then by Wednesday the ignition froze shut and we had to take off the whole casing and pop out the ignition. For three days we started the car with a screw driver, aaand, it was pretty awesome.
On the way BACK to the airport, first gear stops working. Then second gear stops working. Then third gear stops working.
We drove from Belmopan to Belize City, to the airport, about 2 hours of driving, in fourth gear.
I miss DAD!!!
Our general itinerary, Belize city the first night, where we just crashed from tiredness:
Dad: “Hey, man! It’s only nine o’clock! Let’s hit the casino baby! Gonna play some blackja---zzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..snooooore,” as he collapses on the bed.
Next day, a long drive to San Ignacio, where we saw the excavated Mayan city of Xunantunich, then a few days in beautiful relaxing Placencia, the Garifuna beach village of Hopkins, and back down to my village! For a total of 12 hours in Corazon creek. We eventually left because dad had to go to the bathroom. BUT everyone got to meet him, and Rob is happy. Pictures are available on
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