|Electric trees at The Phoenix|
|Eric (Superman), me and Raquel (Ms. Belize)|
I did however get a picture with Ms. Belize!! I kinda want to go to Lola's now...but I'd rather finish this post and go to bed - we're REALLY busy right now (my brother just informed "I am" accompanying him to Sanbar...okay...twist my arm).
|Eric wearing "the wig"|
|I never knew I had a Mexican brother till now|
|Family opening gifts|
It didn't feel like Christmas. There was no time off, there was very little family, there was no snow, there were minimal carols...it just didn't feel like Christmas. It doesn't help that these last few weeks have been beyond emotionally confusing on so many levels - yet another slew of unfinished blog posts that will likely NEVER see the light of say...protection of the innocent and all (I point at that but in reality I'm still not very good at baring my heart to all...or any really). It's been a lot of years since I didn't have a nice home cooked breakfast; it was either chorizo burritos or sausage cheese muffins for the last dozen years. This year it was the 'Belizean Breakfast' at Red Ginger (which I will say is an excellent place to eat; just like all the other unique places on this island...hope this pleases a certain travel writer I upset in a previous post).
|Parker, lady I don't know, Victoria and Aimee at the Pig Roast|
|Victoria the Muffin Nosed Reindeer|
|I ate a lot of meat that night...|
|David, Linda, Easton, Sue, Eric at the Pig Roast|
My friend Barbara posted about how Christmas just wasn't the same this year (her and her hubby's first on the island as well). I can certainly echo that (and I do paraphrase this from her) - though we live in a physical paradise, many people really don't realize that it isn't an emotional paradise. No longer paraphrasing, back to my thoughts. The contrast can be staggering between the sunny beauty that surrounds us here daily, and the dark sadness that can invade the lives of those in this wonderland.
Don't get me wrong - I'm not is some state of deep depression. I do feel some sadness about many things; however have both decided to not talk about them and I tend to look at the bright side anyway...I like to earn the moniker "Optimist Prime" as given by Tristan. So anyway, I will look to an entire ocean of possibilities, the friends I've made (both here and abroad), the friends and family back home (I didn't realize I referred to some unknown place in the States as "home" till the 3rd proof read - my subconscious obviously does not find this paradise to be home), and the mountain of challenges that I like to call opportunities.
The New Year will bring some great things...but that's another blog. Merry Christmas friends, family, people I have yet to meet, and people I'll never meet.
|Buddy loves a Christmas Tree|
|Bailey loves the lights|