Yeah, yeah. The end of my Belizean Adventures is LONG overdue but lucky for you I saved the best and tastiest part for last. In Part 1 we talked about real food airport style and the first week in Belize. Part 2 consisted of Guatemalan adventures and some really amazeballs curried pescada fresca.
At this point in the adventure I am all rested up from enjoying my coffee with view and hammock time so clearly I needed to relocate again. We headed back to San Ignacio so we could stop at the farmers market one more time then continued on alllllll the way back to the eastern coast. We landed in the chill little beach town of Hopkins, Belize where we watched the sunset at the Kismet Inn.
The Kismet is run by Tricia, an ex-New Yorker who just couldn’t get enough of Belize. She is hilarious, crazy, and a phenomenal cook. She loved my sandals so much she tried them on and wanted to buy them off of me but they were too small for her (I have little elf-sized feet). Instead, she let us stay for free our first night if I promised to buy her a pair when I got home and ship them to her. I love the trust you have to have in others when you backpack. I have yet to be disappointed by these strangers and have been helped so many times by others in my travels that I made sure to fulfill my promise when I got home. Continue reading “Belizean Adventures Part 3”
Are you ready to hear more about my adventures in Belize and Guatemala?! Don’t know what I’m talking about? Go back and read Part 1.
Ready? Hokay! So I left you off with my exploration of the Mayan ruins of Caracol…
Well the next day we were supposed to do some cave exploration but sadly it rained so much the day before the cave flooded and was closed! I wasn’t going to let it (literally) rain on my parade so I sat outside a cafe in San Ignacio and enjoyed a coffee and the view.
Confession: I, Pearl, have commitment issues. In pretty much every area of my life. Once, my aunt asked me if I wanted to buy season tickets to the off-Broadway theatre we frequently went to. I started to sweat. Heart palpitations. That meant staying in the Albany area for another year. Never mind the fact that I was still in school and was going to be living there for that. I couldn’t do it. I panicked. Told her I couldn’t do it. I know I’m crazy, you don’t have to tell me twice.
Anywho, my commitment issues cause me to be an extreme over-packer. The clothes are what used to trip me up. How am I supposed to commit to one outfit I will be wearing a week from now? What if the weather is bad? Or my shoes don’t match? I once brought 4 coats for a 4 day weekend home from college. Backpacking has certainly helped this because I’m limited to what I can carry on my back in addition to my toiletries, towel, first aid kit, and necessities like a knife, lighter and my lucky twine. Yes, I have lucky twine. I’ve had it since my junior year in college and I bring it on every trip with me. I have yet to actually need it but because it’s been on so many trips with me I’m terrified to go anywhere without it.