Miami to Belize
There is so much art in the Miami International Airport.
Say what?
My audio geek husband couldn't contain himself while listening to the absolutely terrible public address system in baggage claim at the Philip S.W. Goldson International Airport in Belize City.
Belize Market
Our first stop was at a supermarket in Belize to pick up essentials. Of course, I checked out the cookie aisle.
Welcome
This is the sign as you leave the airport.
Hopkins Bay Belize Resort
This villa was our home for the week. The larger suite is downstairs and we had the second floor with a view to the beach.
The view from our villa.
No tropical resort is complete without towel animals.
The interior of suite 12A at Hopkins Bay Belize Resort.
The pool area at sunrise at Hopkins Bay Belize.
The private beach at sunrise.
The pool area at sunrise at Hopkins Bay Belize Resort.
The beach at sunrise.
Sunrise on the beach.
My husband on the beach as we both got shots of the wonderful sunrise.
Sunrise. The resort offers hammocks and chairs on their stretch of private beach.
Keeping the private beach pristine is hard work. We saw groundskeepers raking the beach every single day we were there.
Not far from shore at sunrise.
Sunrise.
In the mornings, we would watch what we called the "pelican highway." One pelican after another would do a low fly-by in the exact same route across the water.
The Rhum Shack was the resort's on-site restaurant. Decent food with a great view of the beach.
Breakfast of handmade corn tortillas, salsa, beans, and scrambled eggs.
Giant Jenga on the beach.
