It is magic, isn't it? No where quite like it on this earth. Time unfolds differentlty there. It didn't take three days for me. It took Tulu, morning of first full day, asking me what I was doing making a schedule of events, to get on island time. Threw that little book in the corner, put away the watch and just got in tune.

Island time begins on the internatinal flight and settles in at the municipal departure lounge having a rum punch from Jet's. The plane departs when? It departs when I am on it, rising into the air, with glorious views of the islands and the crystal waters of the Caribbern below to settle gently onto the sands of Ambergris Caye. I deplane and find myself where the heart has longed to be. The tradewind blows and my heart sings.........