San Pedro, Ambergris Caye, Belize C.A.

What an interesting place! What impressed us the most is the friendliness of everyone there (with the exception of one US tourist who for some reason took exception to Tom's "Proud to be American" t-shirt), everyone,
the children, the shopkeepers, the stall-sellers, beach-wanderers, waitresses, time-share salesmen, even drivers. Most people, tourists and natives alike, drove little golf cars, and even when the roads were muddy, they'd slow down when they reached a mud puddle so they wouldn't splash any pedestrians.
They'd stop and wait for a dog to cross the road, for stupid tourists who wandered into their way. They'd speak pleasantly and go on their way. There never was a rush to see who could push through the foot traffic first. In fact, no one was ever in a rush--except the tourists. Including me. I have a hard time waiting, for food, to cross the road, just about anything. Tom kept reminding me that we were on "island time" and to relax. I have a difficult time with that.

There were two main north/south roads in town, one paved with cobblestones and one dirt. Horrible potholes filled with water, but "motorists" drove very slowly through them. No splashing. The carts might be full of kids and dogs and groceries. They parked anywhere on the streets, usually right against the walls of the buildings.

We walked about two miles south of town the first morning we were there. The farther south we went, the more affluent the surroundings .
We passed a spa, some gorgeous houses and inns,


restaurants, and lots of beautiful beachfront.






We stopped here for breakfast and walked back to town.