A fabulous Author, Elaine Ambrose, suggested I begin writing a blog. Over a delicious platter of cheeses, pate, foie gras, and buttery escargot she seduced me into this literary adventure. It couldn’t have been the wine, because I can consume bottles, and having had mouth cancer prevents me from drinking alcohol.
I’m not sure how to do it, having never read or seen a blog, but she mentioned this site. Hopefully, my denial of all things electronic will not keep me from success.
Haha, first thing I did was to lose this page somehow. Very auspicious beginning, and took a half hour to find. I’m tenacious though, and I will give this an honest try!
So, literally, my bags are packed, and I leave for Belize on Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t traveled alone internationally in almost 2 decades. This will have some bittersweet moments, because I was supposed to be traveling with my best friend, Jim.
A strange falling out has me going alone to this beautiful country. I remember vividly, booking this trip a year ago in chemotherapy. Originally, we were set for Puerto Rico, but hurricane Maria, the worst natural disaster in history, devastated the island. So, off to Belize. I pray my health will stay the course. Both times I have traveled since my health took a shit were not optimum. My last surgery was December 14th, and my fingers are crossed!
I’m relieved actually, to take this first journey alone. A precursor to my Italy vacation coming in May. I will have no one to answer to but myself. Eat, sleep, walk, drink, make friends, not with wild abandon of a 20 year old. I never did have that blissful oblivion, because I was raised partly by a Homicide Detective. However, I will not have to tip toe around someone else’s possible negative feelings. I have been traveling with my fishing partner, to visit friends or family, and to work all my life. The trips I’ve made alone have a tendency to be one way. I will get into that more, I promise, but let’s say I move, A LOT! I’m a fisherman, so there will be days and nights with my toes curled in the sand, water crashing up my legs wishing all the time they would turn into a great fishtail as elegant as a beta, strong as a dolphin. Fun ten days dares me to grasp it! Besides the photos on Facebook, I will share my celebration of fighting and WINNING the battle of my life! Here I come!