Archive for August, 2012

Vacation, all I ever wanted….

Posted in Uncategorized on August 2, 2012 by rebekkah

Vacation have to get away… to the central American country of Belize (formerly British Honduras). This was Jean’s and my first official international voyage, and I do mean voyage. We stayed on a tiny island, Caye Caulker, 45 minutes from the mainland accessible only by water taxi.

This tiny place, which was probably like 4 miles around, has a few small hotels a number of hostels and several small shops and restaurants- that’s it. Most days we sat in the sun drinking fresh juice and relaxing, others we got a change to explore a little both on the island and on the mainland. I went on the most awesome snorkeling trip and saw some gorgeous coral and fishes and, since I’m hooked on the tropical beach vacation, gave Jean a few swimming lessons so he can join in next time.





I should also add that on Caye Caulker it’s happy hour every day until 8pm- so drinks are 2 for 1. And at $6 per rum punch, and a 2 to 1 conversion rate for dollars, you’re basically getting drinks for $1.50. It’s almost wrong NOT to order a pitcher. Oh and they have like 20 different types of TANG, like tamarindo, lima, duranzo/peach, mixed berry, coconut, cinnamon— so awesome. Jean tried to make fun of me for wanting to try them all- but when we got home and I made the Kracken Rum Punch with fruit punch flavored Tang- it was all smiles.


One Year

Posted in Uncategorized on August 2, 2012 by rebekkah

In a lot of ways a year is an arbitrary measure of time, but we ascribe a lot of meaning to it- especially when it comes to anniversaries.  For me, knowing that we survived a year is nearly as surprising as when we survived 6 months or 8 weeks. I spent a lot of time at the beginning of our relationship waiting for the floor to drop out, waiting for Jean to want something from me, waiting for him to reveal that he wasn’t the man I thought he was. That never happened. Our relationship has had it’s ups and downs, fun and not so fun times, and it’s grown magically and beautifully.  The floor is still here, and sturdy, and knowing I can stand on it fills me with so much gratitude.