I told you that I’d do this post last month, but I’ve been a wee bit distracted, and busy. So here it is, finally, as promised.
During our week in Belize, Sandy and I walked the beach every morning, with Connie joining us now and then. And every morning, we passed shoes. One at a time, washed up from – somewhere. Scattered at various spots along the shoreline. Never a pair – just one left, or one right. We decided that somewhere, there were a lot of folks wandering around wearing just one shoe.
So, if any of you are looking for a wayward shoe, head to Ambergris Caye. It’s probably there.