I spent the weekend with Mark. We went to the Belize Zoo and then took a trip to the Mayan Ruins.
I gave him the presidential tour of our beautiful city and we made arrangements to head out to San Pedro when he returned in the summer.
I was sad to see him go when the weekend drew to a close. Despite our rocky start, I’d quickly gotten into the groove of having his focused attention.
“Hey,” he lifted my chin as we stood in the middle of the airport on Monday.
The cacophony of a hundred voices speaking in a hundred tongues rushed around us like a busy cocoon.
The smell of adventure and connection lingered in the air, racing on the squeaking wheels of rolling suitcases and the energetic flashes of the log board above.
I glanced up at him, my throat constricting with emotions that I coul
