Beautiful beach more north by San Pedro
Uuuuuuuuuuh, I can't believe it was already Sunday and time to go home. I set my alarm to make sure I made it up and downstairs to say bye to Mike and Michelle before they left at 9:30am. Silvina and I came downstairs and had breakfast with them and chatted for a bit and it was time for them to go. :-( We still had a few hours to kill as our flight off the Caye wasn't until 2pm. I love taking the last flight out so that I maximize my last day there...Monday always sucks but it's worth it!
After they left, I decided to try and catch a little sun since it was by far, the most beautiful day there since we arrived - never fails!!! I managed to get a little sun in and burn a bit which would hopefully turn into a nice golden brown by the end of the day.
One last look up the north end of the beach
We scrambled to get packed, our bill rectified, and ready for our 1pm cab. We had requested an early cab so we could wander into town for a bit and finish buying a couple things I didn't have time to before. Cabs when you go to the airport are always usually early...not this time! It was almost 1:30pm before we got picked up which is ok if you know how the puddle jumpers work off the Caye - it's a 5 minute check in and board process.
We decided to inquire about the next flight since we still wanted to shop and they tried to dissuade us from doing that as it was at 3pm and our international flight left at 4:40pm. Knowing the BZE airport like I do, we had plenty of time arriving at 3:20pm. Silvina and I agreed to change it with Tropic Air advising they are not responsible for us missing our flight which we totally understood.
Silvina and I...not ready to go home!
We left our bags and headed off to wander around when we saw our police friends in their golf cart going to pick up lunch for all the guys. They pulled over and hung out for a couple minutes with us on the beach while we took some last minute photos and we headed off to hurry and finish my shopping before we had to be back at the airport. It's so funny that everywhere you go, you usually see people you know - the Caye is very small and everyone is like family. I come back year after year and it's the same people, the same tour guides, the same police, guards, etc and you get to know everyone. It's a wonderful feeling to come back somewhere and just pick up where you left off. Ambergris Caye feels like home for me which is why I find it harder and harder to leave every year. I really hope that I can find a way to move down there, at least 1/2 of the year and perhaps keep a place in the States. It's hard to explain to people how it captures your heart until you've experienced it for yourself and Silvina found out the hard way as well...it was torture boarding our plane back to Belize City
, knowing that we were leaving behind a piece of ourselves on the Caye that day. :-(