I was impressed with the people from Belize - all varied and melting in a pot of cultures from around the world. Patriotism and hospitality were links between strangers. Each Belizean seemed to have these characteristics. It was humbling, and inspiring to be in the company of such a rich culture.
The realistic and sad part though which I will admit was not completely prepared for is how poor so many of these people are. It’s interesting how the people who have the least always offer the most, isn’t it?
There were many people at our resort that we got to know by name, and who shared bits and pieces of their lives with us. Reuben was my favorite. A small, young man who opened the bar and restaurant every morning, but who also finished out each night fishing for red snapper at the dock. I particularly liked how he said the word “orange.” He brought his young son up on our last night, and he gave us a fist pump. His son, only two, was a big boy I said. And, he says, “It’s the seafood, man!”
And, then there was Randy. We met Randy our first full day in Belize. After roaming Front and Middle Street Nathan and I happened upon a small bar. Turns out this was a local’s bar. We made friends fast as news of Tropical Storm Alex hit. Randy told us stories of how and why he moved from the United States to Belize 6 years ago, even tearing up as he expressed gratitude to so many of his friends in San Pedro. He was a funny, thin older man, and when I asked him if he was 51, he laughed and exclaimed, “Bring this lady a drink!” We stumbled off from the bar later on headed for authentic Belizean food with the largest smile ever, and a “This is an amazing day!” exclamation.
Frank was next. We met him the afternoon we spent in Belize City. Out of no where he appeared, and asked where we were from. We recognized this is a potential hustling encounter but something in our hearts said to go along with it. I am so grateful that we did. We spent the afternoon with Frank. He showed us around Old Belize a part of town we wouldn’t have made it to otherwise. He told me where the best pictures needed to be taken, and brought us to the coolest spot in town. Literally. We asked if he would join us for a drink, and we all shared a Bellikin as Frank answered questions for us about politics, Belize history, and his own life.
There were so many more, but these three left a solid impression on me. There were the kids, and the lady on the boat, and the rental car lady, but Reuben, Randy, and Frank will always remind me to slow down, listen, and appreciate the small things in life.
