Eighteen Random Things I Learned on Vacation in Belize

1) The mosquitoes, heat, and rain were all grossly exaggerated. The dirt roads, sand fleas, and humidity were not.
2) The national animal of Belize is the tapir. If you've ever seen a tapir, this should tell you a lot about Belize.
3) Conch has a texture like shredded tire tread. All the curry sauce in the world will not change that.
4) When someone tells you that you can walk through the water on the left or swim on the right, he's only talking to the tall. People my height will quickly discover that you will swim either way.
5) Spider monkeys don't look like spiders, nor do howler monkeys howl. It sounds more like the death moan of a toad, and it carries for a long way.
6) The Prime Minister of Belize just drives around in a regular car, and everyone knows what it looks like. This should also tell you a lot about Belize.
7) When you console your insomnia by going outside at five AM to watch the sunrise, you will, sadly, have missed it by a good half hour.
8) The fact that neither tarantulas nor scorpions are poisonous doesn't make them any less creepy.
9) You know a country's friendly when the little Guatemalan girls stop peddling their banana cakes and politely ask for a piece of your chocolate instead. And for the record, Guatemalan chocolate is just cocoa and sugar mashed together in a cake.
10) A Long Island Iced Tea contains a crapload of alcohol. That's a technical term, or at least it is after you've drank one.
11) You don't want to know how many spiders are really out in the jungle, especially when you spot them by their little glowing eyes. Imagine all the stars in the sky laid out at your feet. Now put eight long legs on each of them. Yech.
12) Raw chewing gum is nasty. Unless you like crumbly fermented bits. In that case you'll find it delightful.
13) A nurse shark doesn't feel at all like the touch and feel books. It's more like sandpaper.
14) Your transfer driver might look like a seventy-nine year old retiree, but he could also be a decorated officer and former vice-mayor. Again, this should tell you a lot about Belize.
15) When they tell you to continue your hike in your socks so as to preserve the countless Mayan artifacts lying all around you, they're actually serious. You can also count on never wearing that pair of socks again.
16) You apparently don't throw toilet paper into any toilet, flush or not, in Guatemala. There's a trash can for that. And whatever you do, don't look in that trash can.
17) There are also a lot less standards for safety in the third world. You might climb to the top of an enormous ancient Mayan temple to discover that there's a narrow three foot ledge without any bars or wires to keep you from falling to your death. This is information that might be useful to a person scared of heights, preferably before she climbs all the way to the top.
18) You always know you're in for an adventure when the guide brings a machete.

Home in body, if not in mind

I realized the other day that it had been two weeks since we returned from the most fabulous vacation ever*. But I kept thinking, There's something I'm forgetting. Oh yes, the blog. The one with the effusive pre-vacation build up. Right.

*Certainly you think I might be exaggerating. I am not. I have taken a lot of vacations in my life. I have never had one go so perfectly. Ever. We did everything we wanted to do, never had one bad day/meal/experience, and were even ready to go home. That was when all the trouble started.

See, things have been a bit crazy here what with the grandmother dying and the sister visiting and the laundry accumulating and the novel I've been unofficially writing and the friends who just keep popping out babies. You'd think this would give me a lot to write about. And it does. Too bad I'm just not writing it**.

**For the record, it's because I am writing other things. Wasn't that the whole purpose of this blog? Except now I'm having to write both, which plays out like a tug of war for my keystrokes. When you only have maybe an hour a day, that's a pickle.

But I'm firing up the burner again. I promise. It just has to heat up a little before anything actually gets cooked***.

***This metaphor really makes no sense. I'm out of practice! I'm bouncing from war to pickles to cooking! I'm also making excessive use of the asterisk, the exclamation point, and italics. But I'm posting. Doesn't anyone get an A for effort anymore?