I don't think it's too late to post about Belize.

And the story of that trip definitely deserves to be told! It's hard to believe I'm sitting here on my laptop, surrounded by material things with a flush toilet and a hot shower a few feet away -- the complete opposite of my surroundings just last week. My experience in Belize was truly a cultural one.

I thought that was something I had in Ecuador, but the shiny tile floors, television and modern bathroom of a hotel room could not provide that to the extent a small, wooden hut with a thatched roof could. I don't miss the roosters -- which crowed at all hours of the night (yes, the movies are lying to you about roosters crowing at sunrise) -- the bug bites, or the hot sun.

I do, however, miss the simplicity of life and the sense of purpose I felt while we were there. It was really nice to walk home after a hard day of work to the smiling faces of our host family. I miss the sudden Mayan conversations during dinner that I did not understand a word of. And, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I even miss cramming 17 people into that van built for fewer and driving somewhere completely new. I could ramble on and on about my trip, but if you are really interested in reading my ramblings, check out my commentary written for the Technician.