This is the Alice in Wonderland House. It's that part of the story where they say, "Get really, really, small". The ceilings are low and the house is all of 459 square feet, with three windows counting the front door. Perfect for us when we travel back to the US, and it was a welcome site by the time I arrived!
I stole an internet connection from one of my neighbors and proceeding to "bait" my daughter on instant messaging. Just checking to see if she was home.........
If you have any questions about how cold it was, check out the outline of the door wreath in ice on the storm door......
After eating airport food all day, I was starving, and checked in the freezer. I THINK this was Salsbury Steak and macaroni, but whatever it was, I'm pretty sure it expired somewhere around 2001. I had to scrape the ice off before I could microwave it. But, it was just what I needed.
This is the view looking out of the front door. Luckily, we had a giant attack Santa guarding the neighborhood. It was actually pretty gaudy when it was all lit up. But a good landmark for someone looking for the house.
Above and below - A couple of years ago when we went back for a visit, we got a surprise when the neighborhood cat showed up. When we are there, he is like clockwork. Ronnie comes by the house occasionally, and brings his lunch, and the cat always showed up to see what was in Ronnie's lunch bag. I have named this cat BOB since he has no tail. But the next door neighbor says his name is FOOFY. Can you believe that? I didn't have any cat food so Bob settled for some bologna and cheese, and ate every bit of it!
If you have no idea how cold it was that night I arrived, you can see that I have on two pairs of socks, and some giant boots. I had forgotten what a pain in the butt it is to lace up those boots, but I was sure happy to have them on!
Once I ascertained that my daughter was at her house, I went out to start the car. It groaned at first, not wanting to be bothered, but it started. I bundled myself up and headed to her house.
Not wanting her to know that I was even in town, I rang her bell then hid below the peephole...."Ho ho ho" I said. "Who is it?" "Ho ho ho" ... then I hear her in the background telling someone that she can't tell who it is and they won't answer...hehehe...
When I realized she was not going to open the door, I said, "Merry Christmas"....the next words out of her mouth as she flung open the door were, "Oh my God, that's my mom's voice!!!"
It was a great surprise and she hugged me like she would never let go. I went into my granddaughter's room where she was asleep, and kissed her on the cheek. "Merry Christmas" I said. Of course she didn't move. I tried again. Half unconscious, she raised her head, batted her eyes a few times and said, "Who are you?"....then she finally realized it was me.
It was a great night and one of the best Christmas presents I have ever gotten. There's more to come about my visit to the frozen tundra......
“I can always sell t-shirts on the beach”. This was my mantra for many years.
My mantra became a reality six years ago. Join me on my journey in San Pedro, Ambergris Caye in the tiny country of Belize in Central America. Belize is a melting pot of people, Mayan, Kriol, Belizean, Spanish, and ex-pats from all over the world live together in a country the size of Massachusetts.
I don’t sell t-shirts, but I AM on the beach!