Exploring The Islands

The next two days we explored two more islands with the first being Belize. I only really have one word to describe Belize, at least the side we were on, disgusting (and I’ll explain that soon). On our way to our excursion, we had about a 45-minute drive to the area. Because of our group being odd-numbered I had to sit next to the rudest old lady ever, mostly because she was an extreme republican. I took the window seat while she had the aisle. At first, she was really nice asking me questions about school and whatnot. Then she asked me if I had a boyfriend, I smiled and said: “Yes I do, actually it was our four-year anniversary yesterday.” This old lady then paused and looked at me with disapproval, she commented: “Oh no dear, you can not have a boyfriend for that long! You need to go out and experience other people, you poor thing.” I swear when people tell me to “respect” my elders then they better respect me too. But this old lady, she would not stop. Her next comment to me was asking me my views of “all these immigrants coming into our county.” I tell her what she wants to hear and go on with my day, but I thought to myself ‘this is definitely not the time or place to be asking this question, IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY.’  Now besides the rude old lady, I got to enjoy looking out of the bus window where I would see the sides of the roads covered in litter, and I mean COVERED. I sadly even saw a dead dog on the side of the road… how sad. After 45 minutes of sitting next to this mean lady, we finally arrived to our stop. For this excursion, we were going to go horseback riding because I love riding. I got a pretty nice horse named Black Jack, he was a smaller horse meant for carrying a smaller jockey and I guess we were a perfect match. On our ride, we had three helpers, two guides (one in the front, and one in the back), and one person that handled the middle of the crowd. The guy in the middle (I can’t remember his name) took a liking to me specifically, he was 16 and honestly made half of my ride kinda awkward. He would ask me about my horses and if I raced with them, I say no and then he tells me more about himself. This guy then told me that he used to have a beautiful stud horse (a male horse used for breeding), but it didn’t survive because he was to busy in school. Yeah, I did not like this guy anymore. Once he had to help someone I kept my distance for the rest of the ride and completely avoided him. After this, we headed back to our ship where we would travel to Cozumel, Mexico.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”

Anatole France