Honduras, Belize, Mexico
The
Wind Star
Honduras, Belize, Mexico
She
swings into the wind, her four masts line up as one behind her sleek
pointed bow. I watch her as I saunter along the beach of Coco Plum Caye
(pronounced key.) Palms do their fey swish thing in the breeze. Hermit
crabs scurry across my path carrying outsized shells. Looking out to sea,
I see she’s swung around—about 180 degrees—showing me her
dolphin-like tail—a smokestack, in fact.
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Wind
Star
cruises
The
Caves Branch River
Jaguar Paw, Belize
Thinking back on it, I wish I had eaten that termite. "They taste
like mint," Pedro said, popping one into his mouth. I didn’t doubt
him, but squiggly appendages put me off. Pedro, a slim, muscular young
man, is Mayan Indian and a Belize rainforest guide.
A pyramid of cream-filled profiteroles towers over a dark chocolate torte, a key lime pie and the crème brûlées. Cream puff swans swim past miniature chocolate éclairs. The French apple pie sidles up to the homemade ice cream. Ah, dessert first.