Caye Caulker, Belize
Everything here-from the starfish, the mangroves, even the island’s shape-makes me thing of limbs: fingers, toes, legs, arms, branches, roots, etc. And I seem to have lost my shoes. Cancún and Isla Mujeres linger only vaguely in my mind; all my attention now surrounds my feet. The thick padded soles of the locals here have [...]
