I’m So Glad I Retired to Ambergris Caye, Belize
It’s Friday evening, nearly 5 p.m., and the Lady Leslie feels as eager to slip its bonds and head to sea as we, its passengers, do.
This is, after all, a sunset cruise, and the ostensible reason for our sail seems to be too rapidly slipping toward the western horizon of Ambergris Caye, the Belizean island on which we all live.
There are about a dozen of us on board, all expats who have staked a claim in tropical island living. We gather on the fore section of this 38-foot catamaran, on beanbag chairs and a comfortable webbed trampoline, perfect for stretching out as the blue-green Caribbean slips past beneath us.
Among us are a family of four from Canada who recently bought a large beach house north of town, an English couple who have lived and worked on the island for at least seven years, and a recently retired couple from Los Angeles who are renting south of San Pedro Town as their fourth-floor condo is being built.
We’ve gathered to say goodbye to our mutual friends Chunky and Ruthie who leave in a couple of days for their other home in Minnesota. Chunky and Ruthie got in on the “ground floor” of the expat migration to Belize 15 years ago when they bought a one-bedroom condo right on the beach.