Caye Casa Seasons Greetings

 

Happy Holidays

This is Murder on San Pedro, Ambergris Caye, Belize

                 the scene

  



possible suspects

   the motive: who gets to drive?

                                                          the plot thickens..........

Belize Weddings

          Weddings are private affairs and absolutely beautiful. Here's a picture of our beach front being "prepped" for a small wedding. 

Here are the newly weds walking to the end of the pier for some professional photos. 




A great place to begin life together. 

September Celebrations in Belize

       

       There were parades of school children in uniforms, parades of dancing adults in variations of some scanty uniforms, beauty pageants, drumming contests, bands playing into the night and fireworks!     

        Of course, I took pictures – none of which were in focus!! So, here is one of Reef watching the parade from her favorite place. 

Dog Days of September

                                                             Caye Casa's Caulker and Reef

Caye Casa Sleeping Dogs

     Every once in awhile, one of my guests will ask why I moved to Belize. 

     Usually I explain that I just don't like wearing shoes; but, one of the real reasons is that I got tired of wearing layers of clothes.  In Vermont, no matter what the season, I always wore at least three layers – not to mention shoes.   

                Here, I usually can get away with one layer and no shoes.   

            However, on a day like today, even one layer feels like too much.
                                     It's 90 in the shade.

Weddings

Caye Casa is the perfect place for a small wedding. I took this photo yesterday as we were beginning to get ready....

San Pedro Lobster Fest

Saturday night we ate:  lobster burgers, lobster sushi, lobster sliders and lobster "wings" as we watched others eat whole lobster tails, lobster ceviche, and lobster everything else you can imagine – all accompanied by appropriate rum drinks. And then the music started.  The Garifuna Collective is still my favorite.  The rain held off until late when the clouds produced a spectacular thunder and lightning show in honor of this great San Pedro festival.

Fishing Tournament

While captains hauled their catches from the boats, islanders gathered on the wooden wharf to glimpse the biggest fish to win the annual tournament.

Relatives and neighbors of the fishermen greeted each other in English – occasionally joking in Creole or calling out in Spanish as fish were carefully hauled to the weighing station.

Everyone ogled the Kingfish and Wahoo displayed at the end of the pier.

Tourists stood on tiptoes - their voices penetrating: "I wonder how it works? What kind of fish is that? Do you think this is the last day?" They squinted in the dusk and asked each other those questions in English as if they were the only ones watching. They appeared unaware of all others – staring past the islanders at the fish and the fishermen in the same way they eyed Angelfish while snorkeling. "Do you think they do this annually?"

A small boy made white by sun block separated from his tourist parents; knelt beside a pile of thick slimy fish. "Those are Barracudas." An equally small boy with naturally brown skin said. "I caught this one. Today's the last day; but, next year I'm going to do better."