Back home in San Ignacio–Felix giving me surfing lessons for next time I’m at the beach. The little surfer girl is his cuz.
Eight days on the road but wherever home is, it’s always be the most excellent place of all.
Great memories of the road trip and days and nights on the beach though.
Not to mention a Jimmy Buffet style cheeseburger complete with “Heinz 57 and French Fried Potatoes,” which come in two sizes at Sweet Mama’s place–very large and very large.
Many seasoned divers say the diving in Belize is the best in the world but I wouldn’t know since I’m not a diver. Yet.
Meanwhile, back to the agony and the ecstasy of writing, which, as His Greatness the Sportswriter Red Smith famously said, is easy: You just sit at the typewriter (in these times at a computer), “open a vein and bleed.”
Hey man, it’s supposed to be “Franch Fried Potatoes,” at least with Buffett’s Gulf Coast (aka the Redneck Riviera) accent.
You said: Eight days on the road but wherever home is, it’s always be the most excellent place of all.”
Makes me think of that sappy Billy Joel song I love. A guilty pleasure indeed!
“Home could be the Pennsylvania Turnpike,
or Indiana’s early morning dew.
High up in the hills of California,
home is just another word for you.”
Actually “home’s the most excellent place of all” is a line from a Neil Diamond love song, but home is that in any context.
Close enough. “Home is where the heart is” (an old Elvis song) after Elvis went sappy. I loved his early rockabilly stuff but when he started making those bad movies with bad sountracks – whew! Really cool pics, bud. That makes 168 pics in my “Paul in Belize” picture folder!