A Tiny Island off the Coast of Belize

 April 2013 we took a plane, slept in an airport, then another plane, then an overanxious taxi ride through the busy streets of Belize City, ate some tacos, then caught a water taxi and cruised for about an hour until we came to a little island, not visible on most maps, by the name of Caye Caulker. Their motto, which the islanders are so diligent to remind, is "Go Slow." As in, "Hey mahn, gooo slow." 

 The food on this island was surprisingly amazing with a wonderful marriage of latin american staples and Caribbean flavor. 

 Drinking horchata from a bag.

 Snorkeling with sting rays and nurse sharks. 

Globalization is the darndest thing. 

Here I am walking with Matt and Allison McFarland, our wonderful traveling mates: 

 Brightly painted homes and shacks, picket fences, locals passing on beach cruisers, barefoot children playing ball, street vendors selling grilled shrimp or fish, and hammocks along the water lent to the charm of this island. The only vehicles crossing our path were the occasional golf carts. Standing in the center of certain roads allows for views of the ocean on both sides. 

 The only arrangement for accommodation we carried was a picture in our minds from a random internet shot of some colorful cabanas lining the water. A local by the name of Rambo dropped his bicycle mid-movement to take us to a few places until we finally came upon our picture and immediately committed to the $20/night charge. 

Our little cabana just steps from the water. Infested by termites and a peep hole in the bathroom floor, yet the simplicity and rustic charm made for the perfect experience. I would love to go back and nap in the porch hammock taking in the ocean breeze.