opping gave away our descent to Belize City, and wanting to maximize my time at Naia Resort and Spa, as the pilots ran through their cockpit checklist, I ran through my vacation checklist.
In a plane made in Brazil, used by an American airline, weaving between grey rain showers, with vivid greenery beneath patches of blue sky, we touch down in Philip S.W. Goldson International airport.
With customs forms already filled out and double checked (I hate leaving information then being told by the official, step to the side to fix your error) I am ready to spring from seat 4F and be the 12th person through the airplane door. I cruise through Customs and Immigration, and while walking to the commuter side of the airport for my connector flight to the final destination, I don’t realize a T-Shirt’s one liner “You’d Better BELIZE it!” would be a theme for my stay in the country.