All good things do end. Woke up early, anticipating the last dive. I spent spare time snorkeling around the island, practicing with my underwater camera. Was beginning to not fumble so much. Underwater photography is so much more difficult than taking terrestrial photos. Steven planned to help me. Much to my disappointment, the wind was blowing so hard that the dive was cancelled. This morning we pack up and leave.  With a bit of a heavy heart, we wave goodbye to the island and start to head back to the real world and our lives.

The boat ride was rough but nothing compared to our island arrival. The plan is to stay in Punta Gorda for the night, have a farewell dinner, and all go our separate ways in the morning. Checked into the St Charles Hotel, charming, very clean, comfortable, right downtown ( had a/c that I did not use) and only $20.00 a night. We met at Asher’s Culture Kitchen, the same place I had my first dinner in Belize. Afterward we walked around town, looking for a bar to have a drink, most were closed at 10:00 pm on Friday night (??). Of note, we ran into Adrian one of the chefs on the island, she said to me, she liked my stand up, learned so much and she told her sister, cousin and her friend standing next to her. Adrian’s friend smiled and nodded. I loved it. After finding the last bar in Punta Gorda open, got the opportunity to talk to Simon, head dive master, was impressed on his knowledge of British history and how he had traveled to Africa and India. We teased him and Tracy about bringing Simon to visit her red neck family in North Carolina. We said our goodbyes to all,  as some were leaving Belize, heading home, others returning to the island on Monday, and some going to other parts of Belize, solo, like me. As I said goodbye to Haley, young British girl, she said you are an inspiration for me. Reminds me of another story. Ahhh.