Ziplock full of Fanta

I think the weekend would best be expressed in a picture monologue:

On Sunday, Stephanie and I stopped at the corner shop for a Fanta, which they kindly poured into a plastic bag to be sure we wouldn’t leave with the bottle. They even gave us straws. Note:

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While we were gone, Ms. Ida baked a birthday cake for her grandson (his 15th birthday- a big deal around here) on the fire-burning stove. She showed me how to build a fire below the pan, cover it, and build a fire on top of the pan to bake the cake, which was a Duncan Hines box mix. A funny combination…

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Before the birthday party, I followed the kids to the river to “bathe” and swim.

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They bathed. I sunbathed.

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Then we walked home

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And helped decorate the cake

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Sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy

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And played free rounds of pool at the Karaoke bar next door. The owner of the bar is Ms. Ida’s uncle-in-law or something, and he played “Happy Birthday” live, island style, for all of us. (The birthday boy is shooting, Ronnel- Stephanie’s brother who does NOT have malaria, praise God- is in the blue shirt, and the other kid, well, I think he’s a cousin or something.)

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The uncle’s band way in the back, singing happy birthday

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Stephanie challenged me

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And, I lost.

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Next, we went to visit the baby next door- Miss Ida’s granddaughter & Stephanie’s cousin

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(what can I say? Kids love me.) (not)

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I can’t remember what was happening here, but the picture sequence is priceless…

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All better.

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Just before dinner, the Karaoke Uncle’s daughter, Sabrina, gave me a tour of the plantain farm and river front behind the bar, which is in the Iguana Reserve- as noted by Iguana lounging by the river.

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Plantain Trees

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And I followed them to a secret spot by the river, where Sabrina’s family had cemented a walking path, and watched the sun set.

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Unrelated note: I have a strange rash on my hand where a bug bit me. Antonia told me to put Vic’s vapor rub on it (random?) which I don’t have, but I slathered my whole wrist in tea tree oil instead, and today it looked a little better…

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2 thoughts on “Ziplock full of Fanta”

  1. Still loving your blogs- it’s exciting to feel connected to the world of Belize. But you are awakening me to a new found (strong) dislike for Iguana’s. It’s kind of like how Elaine has a fondness of birds.

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