Something about Belize the soft air, the magical quality of the light, the beer for breakfast–made us more susceptible to awful puns.
Erin would tell a story, Rachel would exclaim, That’s un-Belize-able! and we’d all collapse in riotous laughter. As we passed a vacation home named Maya House, I adopted an Italian accent, That’s-a my-a house! Woo-hoo! Bryan practically had to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Apparently, everything is more entertaining when you don’t have access to basic cable.