Haiti.
Why are some of us so lucky as to be born into wealthy, educated countries, where opportunities abound and troubles are comparatively few? And why are others (no less in my God’s eyes than we) born into troubled places where poverty, disease, violence, and natural disasters seem to rain down from the sky? -Tom Foreman
Reminds me

so much

Of that

Tropical Island

I lived on

6 years ago.

I hate the pangs of Nostalgia.

As I was leaving for Belize a too familiar thing happened. The airport staff thought I was an 11 year old unaccompanied. minor and I almost couldn’t board my plane. Uggghh. My birth year on my passport is a little hard to read since it is right over a watermark, so it took some convincing. I finally found the best argument, you know…would an 11 year old really have boobs this big?? Thank you.
There are a three things I love about Belize:
- They have a bootleg channel!
- There drinking age is 18 and it’s not enforced so I’ve never been carded. (Do you know how much this boosts my ego?)
- The culture
Yesterday we went to a small town called Dangriga. The ancestors of this town were escaped African slaves from a nearby Caribbean island.
The culture is vibrant there
And you know what? I’m kind of jealous. You see my family doesn’t really have a distinct “culture”. Neither of my parents know the history of their ancestors or where they originated from. They can only backtrack two generations. And that is sad. It is amazing to see people here in Belize embrace their culture. They don’t want it to be forgotten or fade away. And they are proud.
I guess that’s what amazes me about other countries I’ve lived in or visited -Japan, Korea, China, Scotland – the desire for culture to remain an intricate part of one’s upbringing. In America that is not quite the case, especially within the African American community. Everyone in Belize is so close; brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, all together. And even though the country is so poor, so underdeveloped, they are so much more closely knit.