Postcard :: Hopkins
It was scorching hot when the bus deposited us in Hopkins. We walked south to find our hotel - Hopkins Inn. Right as we walked up to the group of red roofed, white cabanas a woman that had been on the bus with us was being told there were no rooms available. We were so thankful to have a reservation. And even more thankful after our perfect stay.
Our host, Rita, showed us to the little cabana - clean, neat and welcoming. First order of business was supposed to be showers but the ocean was too inviting. So, even before taking the much needed showers, swimsuits were quickly donned and we waded out into the shallow, warm water. For quite awhile we bobbed around, enamored by the blue water and blue sky and feeling refreshed.
"Perfect place to end the trip on," I told Lukas. And it really was. There wasn't much of anything to do in Hopkins except relax.
Our swim was followed by lunch, another afternoon swim and relaxing until dinner. Dinner was tasty fish served by an unsmiling waitress/cook.
Our last full day in Belize we woke up for sunrise and walked a few yards across the sand from our cabana to the water. The sun rose pink. Then we napped and enjoyed the breakfast Rita's husband brought to our veranda. Fruits, toast with jam and fresh orange juice. It hit the spot.
We filled that last day with more swimming and relaxing. For lunch we walked all the way up the beach to the north end of Hopkins. One of the dogs from the Inn decided to come with us. He meandered through the shady spots as we walked with our toes in the water. A couple of pina coladas and an amazing pizza later, who should be waiting outside for us but the dog?!
"You staying at Hopkins Inn?" a woman asked us. When we nodded our affirmation she followed up with, "I thought so. I recognized the dog." So the three of us made our way back home - me, Lukas and the dog.
Dinner that night was at Yagadah - why'd we go there? Well, because yagadah. {had to through in a pun for my family} The atmosphere here was a world different than last night's dinner place. Rosie served us tasty food with cheer and even talked us into dessert with her winning description. She laughed when Lukas call me iced tea fancy. It did have a lime wedge on the rim of the glass.
We repacked that night for the las time. It was funny, but we were almost as excited to be going home as we had been when we were leaving home at the start. Tomorrow we'd be home!
Stay tuned for the final segment of our honeymoon journey - the travel home!
*Note: I know when we were planning this trip we were hunting down any details we could find. So, if someone doing the same thing happens on this little blog of mine and would like more information and specific details shoot me an email. I may not have the answer, but I can tell you what we did. megan{dot}a{dot}wenger{at}gmail{dot}com
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