I really haven’t written too much about what we actually do while living on Ambergris Caye and I thought I’d fill you in. So expect a series on our normal, everyday life in the next few weeks. I’m writing under the assumption that you want to actually read about what it’s like to live here and not just my precarious thoughts on traveling, simplicity and finding fulfillment in the little things in life. It may be a rambling post, but Life is one big ramble…so go with it.
Since today is Sunday, I’ll start off with how we spend every Sunday. Normally, we relax by the pool and then go over to another family’s home to enjoy a Sunday dinner. We have been so fortunate to meet the Schmidts when they moved to Ambergris Caye with their 3 boys nearly two months ago. They have started a tradition of hosting Sunday night dinners for their friends, and, luckily, we are their friends.
Last Sunday, we had an extra special treat for dinner. Mr. King and Josh went fishing on Saturday and caught some beautiful Tuna and Wahoo.
Fish this fresh needs to be eaten and Mr. King decides that right now, on the dock, is the place to eat it. A slice of tuna is cut, a little jar of soy sauce is found and Mr. King has the freshest sashimi tuna he’s ever had, right on the dock. I had a little taste and it was melt-in-your-mouth creamy smooth. Wow-za!
This is such a treat! Despite great fishing, Ambergris Caye doesn’t have a dedicated sushi restaurant. The fish are cleaned, fileted and packed into ziploc bags, ready to be prepared tomorrow for Sunday dinner.
But before we leave the dock, I get a phone call telling me that my diving certification class is starting tomorrow and that I should have already watched the video and studied the book because I’ll be diving in open water tomorrow. Am I ready? Yes! Did I do any of the above stuff: No! But I’m going anyway!
Sunday, Mr. King takes the kids to the Schmidt’s house to smoke the tuna and wahoo while I head over to the dive shop for a full day of diving.
I get home after completing my first-ever 2 dives, shower the salt water off and head out to our weekly Sunday dinner. We don’t have a vehicle or golf cart, but we did purchase some nice beach cruisers when we moved here and now this is the way we roll around the island, by bike everywhere.
It’s only a 5 minutes bike ride over the bridge and as soon as we get there Mr. King is on drink duty. We’ve brought along the ingredients to make some refreshing mojitos. While Keith is muddling the sugar, lime and heaps of mint together, I am trying to convince Rachel that diving is safe. Perhaps a mojito will calm her nerves and help her see my point of view a little better.
Our drinks are ready and the appetizers are put on the table and we feast. I can’t get enough. The fish is so delicious, creamy and succulent. Since you can’t taste it through the internet, let me show you.
Beware, the following is going to be fresh fish photo porn.This is what we feasted on as appetizers:
And then the main course was ready to throw on the grill. Fresh Wahoo steaks, simply seasoned, with fish this fresh you don’t need much to make it delicious.
A few delicious side dishes and we had ourselves a delicious Sunday dinner. I’m hungry again, just looking at it.
We eat, laugh, poke fun of Matt and then settle down and listen to Barrett, the oldest, sing beautiful songs.
After saying good night to everyone, we head outside to look at the sleeping moon and the billions of stars and planets. We stand below the moon grateful in our hearts and bellies that we live in a place that can nourish our soul, spirit and bodies.
Thank you Josh and Rachel for starting this most looked forward to tradition for us!