Somewhere beside the Atlantic on Kaye Caulker in Belize we sit. On this strange little island which seems to be a planet unto itself life moves along. About four hours of this day have been taken up with stories, political and philosophical bullshit. Sprinkled in between have been the pursuit of a hobie cat to rent, several bike rides, some negotiations for nine acres of land, and a massage. Each of these endeavors could be a story in itself, but on this little tropical island so much went on in one day, but the pace is so slow one wonders how this can be.
On this little planet which is about three hundred yards wide and a half mile long people wander up and down the beach and golf carts buzz about. Thankfully there are no cars. It seems to be a wonderful pace of life. No one seems to get too excited about anything, and a grumpy person does not seem to exist. With tropical breezes, drinks, and seafood why should anyone get out of hand. A dose of this island would do anyone well. So many different lessons hide here.
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