Sitting in paradise, preparing our taxes.
How is that for a disconnect?
Actually taxes were more tedious than complicated this year. Thank you, TurboTax. That did consume most of my day yesterday, and part of Saturday. 864 more words
End of an Era
After we moved out of the old house, it became harder and harder to go back there – to keep an eye on the place, give instructions to the increasingly lazy gardener (who knew his time there was limited), keep the pumps and water systems running, pay the bills, keep the property from slowly succumbing to the encroachment of the vines and plants that grow like weeds here, even in the winter. 1,426 more words
The Belize equivalent to the Tour de France is currently underway: The annual Belikin La Ruta Maya River Challenge.
No bicycles here.
This is a four-day, 170-mile canoe race on the Macal and Belize rivers, starting in western-most San Ignacioat the towering Hawksworth Bridge and ending in Belize City at the Swing Bridge.
Last night was the final orgasm of Carnaval — the last big hurrah before Ash Wednesday when all hard-partying Belizeans (and many tourists) bow on bended knee this bright clear morning, and with hand chastely held over heart, say to themselves: 920 more words