Just Your Typical Morning in Paradise

It was another ho-hum morning here in Corozal. We had to walk the dogs by the waterfront again. I just don't know how much more of this we can stand.

Waiting For Him to Tie Up

Every day it's the same thing... calm water, glorious sunrise, market vendors with the freshest fruit and veggies you could want, usually warm weather (except when it's down to 56 (f) like this morning and bloody cold) - so cold that I almost had to put on long pants. Imagine that.

And then, as we walk by the fisherman's pier, to see all of the pelicans waiting patiently for the returning boat to tie up with the morning's catch. And such a sunrise, where it's still shielded by the offshore fog bank, but still giving a hint of what's to come.

We walk through Central Park in Corozal, saying good morning to each of the ladies who scrub the bird poop (from the roosting grackles) off of the park walls and benches each weekday morning so that all of us can enjoy the park throughout the day. And we do. The park is generally full of people every day, all day.

At the market, we usually stop at several vendors now. We've become familiar to them and they to us. They love to watch us load up the dog packs. We tell them the dogs have to earn their keep, so they have to carry the fruit and veggies and about once a week, the 6 or 8 pounds of bones for themselves. No, they're not spoiled - too much anyway.

We stop at the post office everyday to check for whatever has shown up. I have a key for our box. Doug and Twyla, who walk with me, also have a box, but in good Belizean fashion, no key. They've been waiting over a year for their key. So they have to return later in the day to ask at the desk just as if they only got general delivery for their mail.

Then we turn for home. We alternate our route each day. One time up the Northern highway to the market and home beside the waterfront. The next up alongside the waterfront (like this morning) catching the sunrise and the chance for pictures, and home via the highway. Sometimes, we alter the route and take what we call the back road into town, sort of a rural area, just on the edge of town.

It makes a nice walk each day, no matter what route we take. It's about three and a half miles total, so if we load up the doggies, they definitely get a good workout, as do we.

It never gets boring, it's always interesting, and once in a while, it even becomes exciting.

Like I said at the beginning, I just don't know how much more of this we can stand. Maybe with luck, we'll have to do this for the rest of our lives...
One can only hope!