I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it’s time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy and a boy loves a girl
– Madonna, La Isla Bonita
I arrived in Belize in the late afternoon of February 6, in the lull between day and night.
In the seaside town of San Pedro, dive shops closed up on the long, wooden piers and the last few boats zipped back to shore. High schoolers ended their soccer game on the beach, where frayed rope marked the goalposts. The orange sunset lit up sandy streets and wooden buildings painted in shades of pink, yellow and turquoise.
As beautiful as it was, this isn’t what sticks out in my mind when I think of Belize.
Since I returned home on Sunday, many people have asked about my favourite parts of Belize. I haven’t really had an answer. The scuba diving, caving and jungle trekking were all amazing experiences. Two weeks went by way too fast.
But, tonight, I decided on my favourite moment. Advance warning: this is about to get really corny.
I had my Eat, Pray, Love moment in San Pedro (…though beach bumming took place of praying).
That first night, I had a pier to myself in the fringes of San Pedro.
A full moon hung low in the cloudless sky. The moonlight bounced off soft waves, causing the Caribbean Sea to glimmer furiously.
It didn’t seem real. The moonlight, the saltwater breeze, the stillness of the beach – it was like a perfectly staged movie set.
That night, I tweeted:
I’ve only mentioned this to a few people: I ended my long-term relationship with KC in November. I didn’t feel like myself after that. It’s one reason why this blog went silent. I didn’t want to write about
Germany because I was there with him.
That night in San Pedro, away from my real life, alone in the moonlight, I felt happy for the first time in months.
So, it’s as simple as that. My favourite part of Belize was sitting on a pier and feeling happy.
It’s a damn powerful feeling.
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