Back in 2006 when Everette was partnered with 2 other men in some real estate projects in Campbell River, BC the idea was to have an investment property in some warmer climate where joint venturers would have opportunity to enjoy some winter days. The idea was that Everette and our big family would possibly be the ones to manage the property in said-location, all year long. And so we went for 3 weeks, scouting out Belize.
We had 8 kids at the time, and so arranged for the Grandmas and one of the aunts to take turns manning the house and the kids while Everette, Anders (8.5mo) and I frolicked in the Central American sun.
Was I mistaken.
We sweltered in the suffocating jungles. I was chewed on by hundreds of sand fleas. Everette spent long hours talking to resort owners, checking out properties, writing out all the information he was gathering.
Anders was crawling everywhere, which normally wouldn’t much bother me. I’m all for exploring and getting dirty. But he was sporting a terrible burn on 4 of his fingers that he had sustained just before we left home. It wasn’t healing well in bandages where we intended for it to be kept semi-clean. Instead, it sweat and rotted. So I had to loosen the bandages to let them air, and keep that child semi-hygienic!
Then he got terribly congested. He was a miserable traveling baby. And I wasn’t much better. I was miserable, hormonal, exhausted, not sleeping well, grouchy, sweating profusely. Oh, and I was pregnant.
I had done one of those pee-stick tests a couple of days before we left Vancouver Island, but I didn’t tell anybody my news. I waited until the first night in Belize after we checked into the BnB in Belize City. All settled in for the night we snuggled in bed, Anders falling asleep as I nursed him. Then I dropped ‘the news’. I had even brought the pink-lined strip as proof, in case I needed to show it to my hubby.
We had rented a car for much of the 3 weeks we were in Belize since we were scheduled to view resorts in the north near the Mexican border, and out west near Guatemala, and several points in between. Not being a huge country we thought we would be able to take in more of the scenery this way.
Belize was the country we were first introduced to topes…sleeping policemen as some say. Up north here we call them speed bumps.
Speed bumps, even on the highways! Yes, it must be extremely frustrating to be a semi-truck driver with all the gearing up and gearing down constantly, just to travel the highways. For me, it sucked being in the vehicle behind those stinky diesel engines. Diesel and I (especially when pregnant) have never been friends. So driving the windy roads of Belize, although beautiful, were not endearing to me!
And then there was the wafting smells of deep-frying oils particularly on the islands of Ambergris Caye and Caye Caulker. Not friendly to a nauseous woman. Trying to find a simple green salad to settle my stomach was a huge challenge in these parts. I succumbed to sipping Everette’s Belikin beer with a squeeze of lemon…it was the only thing that seemed ‘cleansing’ to my system.
As time has told, we never did move our family to a resort in Belize. Life had a different adventure awaiting for us. We’ve been totally cool with how it’s all panned out since then.
Besides, I was traumatized by the horrendously huge spiders waiting on my pillow after dinner.
I’m not made out for living in the jungle.
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