As I reminisce on my time in Central America, I am reminded of my arrival. By now, we are all familiar with the fact I don’t always have a great relationship with customs {see horror story here}. On touch down in Belize, however, I wasn’t the one in question. Here’s a quick story for your Monday morning.
After running on 45 minutes of sleep, I was surprised when I was sitting in LaGuardia Airport, eating my $14.00 egg salad {gluten-free} wrap, with BELIZE CITY as my destination. Even more surprising? Sleeping the entire duration of my flight to Atlanta, Georgia. From take off through to our wheels landing on the tarmac, I was out for the count.
Upon arrival to Belize, I witnessed a couples’ ‘less than romantic’ vacation for two. Customs was not happy, for whatever reason, and all I heard from the man’s gaping mouth was, ‘Babe, let’s just go back to the states’. The woman took him by the face, brought his mouth close to hers, and through clenched teeth replied, ‘This is what you get, Darren, for flirting with the flight attendant you fucking idiot’.
For once, I wasn’t in the hot seat at a customs counter. And as a casual bystander, I couldn’t pry my eyes away. Sadly, Darren and his wife were later found purchasing return tickets back to the U.S. I completely relate to having a holiday turn into a living hell – you can read about my nightmare in Bali, Indonesia here.