Upon returning to the Casa Santa Maria, we were greeted by Lucy, our host, and a new woman, whose name I never caught. She had just retired from a life of selling makeup in North Carolina, and decided to purchase land and develop a house on it in Belize. She described the sensation of falling in love with her new home and the process of learning all about it. Her move down to Belize had enlightened her to the notion that the big-bad world that we are all told about, does not exist. Instead of fearing tarantulas, alligators, and traffic, she had embraced living side by side with those creatures, and taking the 2-hour bus ride into town with the school children, and the bus driver's bulldog. Too me, this woman was remarkable, and I can only hope I am as fortunate as her, and find my home one day. The world is such an amazing place, I cannot imagine staying in one spot. But this women, she found her home; should I ever be so lucky.
The following day was Super Bowl Sunday, but instead of preparing for a massive viewing party, we woke up early and headed out to Xunantunich, a Mayan Ruin that was not all that far from where we were staying.