Oh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world

Going slow in Caye Caulker, Belize.

Sometimes the world seems so small.

Like when you’re standing on a dock at night, wind whipping past your skin, looking out over the horizon. And the edge looks so close. Like you could just reach out your hand and slice your finger on it. Or jump into the water and let the current take you to the end of the world.

Or when you’re hating a place, like Caye Caulker. Because you just don’t get it. It’s small. And kind of boring. And there is no beach, just a “split” where everyone hangs out by day. And no real nightlife. And you wonder why everyone raves about it because, quite frankly, you long for the beauty of Boracay or the beach bars of Thailand.

But then you run into some boys you’d met in Flores. Because you inevitably will run into people on “the trail.” And you start having fun. And kind of start to get it. And then you run into a girl who you met back in August in The Philippines. And you start to warm up to the place. Because it really is a nice place to be…