“Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisiacal flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.”
― Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
I know I won't get much sympathy from polar vortex central but we found that a place we called paradise had a slight glitch tarnishing our image of the Perfect Place to be. Mr. Miller was spot on with his assessment.
So all is not lost, I need to prod my memory of why we didn't want to leave this newly discovered setting. We were enthralled by the warm rays of the sun, the sleeping in kind of days, the seafood delivered fresh off the boats, the above and beyond friendly people...and on and on and on but I digress. Why, you may ask, was there a flaw to this bliss? In two words--thirteen hours. Another couple of words--four airplanes. Yes, it took us that many hours and that many planes to get us from point A to point B. The belief has now been proven that paradise has its limitations, however, the journey of getting there and back made us even more appreciative of all that is good and wonderful about Belize.
Keeping those memories in the forefront of our cortex as we freeze in the upcoming vortex will be our objective until we return.
Thanks for reading #29 of 7777.