Belize is not a bad consolation prize

When Hurricane Irma put our Cuban vacation plans in jeopardy, Paul made the great suggestion of taking the boys to Belize instead. Sure we'd both been there before. Sure it wasn't classic cars and mojitos and latin dancing and crumbling colonial architecture. But it was still the Caribbean and to be honest it ended up being pretty magic. 

First stop, the laid-back island paradise of Caye Caulker where we spent our mornings swimming in our pool and our afternoons swimming in the sea. We mixed it up one day and took the water taxi across the split and swam in the sea there instead. Another day we rented a kayak and paddle board so that we could float upon the sea. Our nights typically included some great seafood and more than a couple of rum punches. Life was hard, very hard.

While there we got to witness some of Belize's Independence celebrations including a parade and a dance party on the town basketball court (although we missed most of the dancing because nothing seems to start until after 10pm in this part of the world). Never mind, before heading to bed, we did meet another travelling family whose boys were the same age and enjoyed climbing trees just as much as ours.