Last night, coming back after Wayo’s wedding, in the moon lit dark, I had to take off my shoes and socks and wade through Lake Caribe back to my little apartment at Jack’s.

This morning I take off my shoes and socks, again, and wade carefully through the shallow lake to the main road, then put my shoes and socks back on, nice and dry.

Ambergris Caye is barely above sea level so we should all be happy we have any dry land to stand on. Jack says he had his road flood proofed with pebbles until the local road department put in a new sewer and disappeared most of his rock and he hasn’t gotten around to ordering a new load.

What I really need ,for the next few days, till the lake evaporates and disappears into the sand, is a pair of plain Jane flip flops.

Dressing formal in Paradise always seems silly and I should have planned better for a place I knew was going to be casual.

One of the huge joys of being in the Caribbean is that you can’t escape the weather. You are forced to feel the wind, the rain, the sun, the humidity, the heat.

In San Pedro Town, the weather doesn’t take a back seat and wading through an impromptu lake is not uncommon. 

This lake will be gone in a few days, and I’ll be forgetting it was ever here.

 

 

 

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