Going Home

We woke early and I looked outside in time to see the sun peeking over the Caribbean right outside our door. We were soon ready to check out, and headed directly across the street from the lobby and into the airstrip terminal. We waited for our 7am Tropic Air mini-flight back to the mainland, watching fish swim in a huge aquarium remembering how just two days ago we were swimming with them in the wild. We boarded our 12-minute flight to Belize City, sandwiched in our tiny plane with 8 other sun burnt tourists. I enjoyed the view out the window as we passed over the turquoise waters and cayes along the route and soon arrived at the Belize airport.

We checked in for our international flight and started the long journey back home to Montana. Our 3 flights home were uneventful, as we flew to Houston, then Denver, and then finally landed in snowy Missoula just before midnight. We were happy to see the smiling face of our friend and fellow Adventure Lifer, Kassi, who drove us home to our cold house. We fell into our bed with grateful hearts full of memories, stories, new friends and adventures – thanks Adventure Life!