Yes, this would be you-know-who, floating in the healing waters at the natural Rio Pools way up in the rugged Mountain Pine Ridge frontiers of Belize before he headed to the beach at Placencia and spent a few nights camping on the white sands of the Caribbean before finally retreating to the comfort of a shower, toilet and great bed at a little bungalow at Barnacle Bill’s, from whence your intrepid reporter he is sending this dispatch this morning.
Click here for more on the Taylors, you friendly hosts at Barnacle Bill’s–they’ve got some pretty great postcards at the Barnacle Bill’s web page.
Francis Ford Coppola’s fabulous eco resort at Pine Mountain Ridge where I dropped in before heading to the beach. You don’t have to be a guest to wander around the 70 acres or have a drink at the bar or eat at one of the two eateries. Checking out his place at Placencia this week. The man does nothing less than first class.
Pool at Coppola’s way up in the rugged mountains of Pine Ridge–still a frontier area and a lot of guests fly in or are flown in at the airstrip down the way.
Coppola doesn’t come here much anymore, the resort folks tell me, except Christmas and special occasions–not every month like before. Mostly stays at his California winery.
Meanwhile, down on the Placencia Peninsula in southern Belize, the view from my hammock at Barnacle Bills.
That should be enough to generate the sin of envy in enough of you this morning so until next time, Jitterbuggers, happy beach bumming wherever you may be.
Jitterbugging for Jesus 
Sure ‘nough looks like some high class slumming you are doing there, bud. I love the look of relaxation in the top and bottom photos and wish I could do that. If I am in water, there is no such thing as relaxing – I CAN”T SWIM. In fact, I cannot even float on my back as my legs are heavier than water or sumthin. In a small, motel sized swimming pool, I can thrash my way to the side and save myself; however, any body of water much bigger and it is PANIC CITY and this boy goes right to the bottom with VERY HIGH PULSE RATE. I’m not even sure I could manage an Olympic size pool. I took swimming lessons when I was six and got traumatized when the instructor forced me to jump in. I said I couldn’t then he shoved me in. He also had to rescue me as I went straight to the bottom. “Told you so” says Louis and that was my last lesson.
Absolutely beautiful! Missing you much this morning!!!
Miss you and the boys every day, babes.