Corozal, Belize

The mossies got to us this a.m.  That tropical storm left us with a tonne of rain on our lakefront paradise.  Also, because our place had a kitchen, that meant that we had to do dishes and clean up.  Why on earth would we cook when someone else can cook FOR us? We packed up and headed to the border of Belize. 

Corozal. Liking the vibe here so far.  We've had more conversations in 2 hours here than we had in 2 weeks in Mexico.  And it's not a language related thing since we really don't understand this carribbean pirate talk that everyone talks here anyway.  Just throw in a "true...true...." and give a high five slap or fist pump and you're suddenly cool runnings wit' dee locals man.  People are super friendly and helpful here.

I think it is important to add that our taxi to the border cost $10 and it was about a 40 min. ride on a highway.  Why is it important?  Because at home that wouldn't even take me from downtown to my house! We were going to cheap it and walk across the bridge to Belize when some guy said, "Senor, why not take that taxi there?  It's only 5 bucks to the next town."

Done.