A JOY-FILLED JOGGER AT SAN PEDRO.
JESUS IN FRONT OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, SAN PEDRO ISLAND. WHEN JESUS SAID “COME TO ME YOU WHO ARE WEARY AND HEAVY LADEN,” THAT INCLUDED ALL GOD’S CREATURES–INCLUDING THIS WEARY BIRD.
My Christmas holiday was a whirlwind what with three days and nights on paradise island (San Pedro, Belize) followed by four days and nights in far northern Belize in a village home where I was the ONLY and I mean ONLY English speaker for miles around, except for my friend Ludy. (See prior posting.) And she being my Spanish teacher, she forces me to use Spanish.
The villagers are still laughing their hindquarters off at my attempts at their Spanish tongue but oh well–the only way to learn another language is through willingness to make a total boob of yourself.
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Yesterday I ventured across the border to Chetumal, Mexico, all alone, to shop at a Wal-Mart, without my Spanish dictionary or any other English/Spanish resources. It was a challenge navigating there and especially trying to communicate with only Spanish speakers who work at the WalMart, the cabbies and everybody else, but I managed OK to get back to Belize, which is mostly English speaking even if there is a lot of Spanish, but also enormous amounts of Creole and Mayan and Lord knows whatever other tongues thrown in.
In fact, “Kriol” is the pretty much the native language in Belize; even the Spanish speakers and Mayans speak it and speak it mucho of the time.
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On Christmas Eve, the villagers where I was staying in a spare one-room, thatch-roof, concrete floor cottage (with one big light bulb but no light in the outhouse) stayed up all night visiting house to house.
The women folk baked all night while we men folk barbecued a pig we slaughtered.
On Christmas Day I went spear fishing at the lagoon in the sugar cane fields that are all over northern Belize.
My spear fishing was total fail, as they say. But like my attempts at Spanish, gimme credit for trying.
And how many fish have YOU ever caught with a spear anyway.
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There will be pictures to come of this adventure, if I ever recover. I got home last night in my rental truck and went into a semi-coma from exhaustion.
All that said, I was too much immersed in Spanish and fun-seeking to post much Christmas stuff around Christmas.
So here is what is far and away my favorite Christmas song of all time, done so incredibly by Mariah, for your belated pleasure.
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