As we say our goodbye's and pack our bags in preparation for our continuing journey, we look back on 4 months of discovery and exploration of the Corozal District. We came to Corozal Town with our N. American expectations and are leaving with a lowered bar. After passing that first 6 week "honeymoon" phase when everything was new and exciting, we are now passing into the routine of things, experiencing the ebb and flow of the rhythms of the town and her people. The slow pace that creeps into your very being and before you know it, you've slowed into it.
Corozal is not a tourist destination by any stretch of the imagination, that is its charm and downfall. There is no beach, only the bayfront parks with seawalls. Grocery stores, fresh market, clothing stores, household goods are all available, not necessarily what you're used to "back home" but typically there's a substitute for most anything you need. Restaurants are in every block--open-air, taco stands and pollo asada sold along the streets, indoor dining--and a variety of cuisine: Chinese, Belizean, Mexican, Indian, and yes, even hamburgers with french fries can be found in Corozal! The people are real. There is some panhandling, lots of kids, and many families just making ends meet. The same issues happen here as they do in Anytown, USA - alcohol, drugs, rape, murder, petty theft, home invasions, robbery, assault, etc - humans are humans no matter where they live.
We have met many wonderful people in Corozal, locals and expats alike. We have enjoyed hearing their stories of "Why Belize?" and appreciated their interest in our story. We have moved from feeling the insecurity of being the newest kids on the block to being hailed on the street and greeted as one of the gang. Thank you for welcoming us as one of your own.
We leave with bittersweet feelings, the excitement of new discovery mixed with the sadness of leaving. Corozal holds a special place in our hearts.