all this is to say that i have indeed found a place of my own to move into. it's a little two-bedroom house smack in the middle of town. like most houses around here, it's surrounded by a wrought iron gate and the windows are covered with burglar bars to, you guessed it, keep the burglars out. but it's plenty spacious for just me - in fact i imagine that on my peace corps budget it's going to be just me, a bed, a hammock and the luxurious yoga mat mom sent for a while to come. if you're thinking of visiting, don't expect much in the way of furniture. and when a Belizean says he'll rent you an unfurnished apartment, that means completely devoid of anything but walls and a roof. no fridge, no stove, no nothing (i realize my friends in Toledo probably think i'm just being spoiled. i do, after all, have electricity, running water and a flush toilet. it's all about perspective i guess.).
so, i'll be moving into my new place in about a month. it's owned by Mr. De Paz, a friendly older gentleman who insists on taking me and Ashley out for a beer (meaning as many beers as he can get us to agree to before we plead prior commitments and work days ahead of us) every time he sees us. he's got nine kids, five of whom are doctors of one sort or another. a few of them live in the states (i've heard there are actually more Belizeans living in the US than in Belize), but Mr. De Paz was born and bred and will undoubtedly die and be buried in his beloved San Ignacio. tried and true. and a good man to have at my back during my stay here.
not the new place, but here are a couple photos of the house where i'm living now...
front yard with view of San Ignacio
hammock from which to enjoy aforementioned view
my room
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