Being a writer can be exhausting at times because I tend to overanalyze everything. From service being a tad bit too slow to the water being not quite fresh enough. So I made a promise to myself that this weekend I would do a better job of living in the moment. Instead of worrying about what’s not going right, I’m going to worry about what makes me smile.
Feeling my toes in the sand, the breeze on my face, all the things you feel when you’re not trying to feel.
Day one in Belize was all about getting settled in. It started at 4:30am in Houston with a plane to Miami, then a plane to Belize. When I arrived I was in relative shock at how small and intimate the airport was. The runway scenery was barns, livestock and grass. There was no air walkway, they pulled up steps to the plane. We walked off a 757 onto a runway that looked as if it was just built the day before.
Just to clarify, none of this felt like a bad thing. It all felt organic, everyone was laid back and happy to arrive. It didn’t have the normal anxiety and hustle of a regular airport.
The information I received told me that the resort would be about a 15-20 minute ride from Belize City but that doesn’t really prepare you for what’s about to come. From the airport you board a single engine plane that holds around 12 people. The seats are small and every ounce of the plane is accounted for, even the co-pilots seat.
After the plane ride, which will feel as though you’re literally flying on the wing of a commercial airplane, you’re transported to a boat. The first thing I noticed was how amazingly beautiful the water was and the smell. The scent smells like what you think the ocean should smell like. The boat ride feels as though you’re going somewhere that’s a secret, somewhere undiscovered by chains and corporations.
The moment I arrived there was hotel staff waiting on me with a drink and outstretched hands. There are no cars out here, no loud music, no yachts with partying college kids. This isn’t that type of place. This island, this resort, this vibe, it’s for couples and families that want to get away from the noise. I was on the plane with a family of six from Wilmington, North Carolina that was here for a week of fishing and deep see diving. A couple I met at the pool was here to go cave hoping in the Mayan Ruins. You won’t find luxury shops and town cars, most people get around on golf carts and bicycles. There’s only three streets in the entire city.
Day one in Belize was quiet, nothing overwhelmed me but nothing underwhelmed me. For a man that takes solace in that, I can’t complain.