Under the farmacia on Main Street.

(note: this is evidence of how behind I am on updating...)

It's January 3rd, 2007.
A new year.
A new home.
A new life.
A new companion.
A new start.

Gahtlin just left on the bus for the 3-4 hour ride back to his site after his vacation in Orange Walk. Back to work and life; away from the mini-world we create in our small homes on weekends and holidays.

Spent the afternoon of Christmas Eve with the host family and Nikki's parents. We went to Mexico (and into the mall), where Gahtlin was a reserved kid in a candy store after a year and a half away from something that looked so similar to the States.

Spent New Years Eve weekend on San Pedro. Ate a lot of food, which is what vacations and holidays are clearly for. We indulged with AC and TV. I got some minor food poisoning on New Years Eve and ended up watching the Entourage marathon until 3 in the morning. But it still turned out to be a great night. Spent some time on the hotel balcony, watching the drunken crowd stumbling through the streets. We had eaten lunch that day under a thatch roof with a view of the blue-green Caribbean Sea, the light sand and palm trees. Swaying. Picture perfect.

It was an 11-day roller coaster. Impossible emotional whiplash. But we're standing here together still, having these moments. Living this beautiful life and learning about the world and ourselves. It feels fast, but our time here has been dense. And we understand each other. I've never been quite this open about my fears. We devoured rice and beans we bought from the trunk of a taxi in the City. It was delicious.

I'm listening to music that takes me back to my life before Belize. I flip back through these journal pages; this has been an intense experience. Living feels good, even when it's hard. I kept pushing and growing and finally made it to where I sit now, and I am so thankful for the view from here.
On my crappy bed.
In my miniature apartment.
Under the farmacia on Main Street.