Last night, coming back after the wedding, in the dark, I had to walk through a new Lake Belize in my shoes and socks.
This morning I take off my shoes and socks, walk carefully across the lake to the main road, then put them back on.
Ambergris Caye is barely above sea level so we should be happy we have any land to stand on. Jack says he had his road flood proofed until the local road department put in a new sewer and disappeared his rock.
What I really need is a pair of flip flops.
Dressing formal in Paradise is silly.