If anyone ever tells you that you won’t fall into a depression after you get home from your honeymoon, they’re lying. The best cure I’ve found — relive it hundreds of times through your photos, and share them with anyone who will pay attention.
And so, welcome to my honeymoon re-cap. Complete with tons of photos and happy memories.
Let me preface this post by saying how much we truly loved the country of Belize. When looking for a place to honeymoon, we wanted somewhere we could swim, hike, kayak, immerse ourselves in the culture — all while maybe throwing back a few beers by the ocean or a river. Belize offers every one of those things in an incredibly laid-back and welcoming atmosphere, not to mention it’s only a 2 hour flight from Miami. If you’re thinking of visiting Belize, give me a shout and I’d love to fill you in on our favorite spots (or just keep reading)…
So, here it goes!
We started our honeymoon off on the island of Caye Caulker, located a 10 minute (teeny tiny) plane ride away from the international airport in Belize City.
Literally within minutes, we found ourselves among some of the most gorgeous blue water and skies we’ve ever seen. One of the coolest things about Caye Caulker — it has yet to be touched by the massive resort corporations and culture that have taken over much of the Caribbean. Instead, the entire island is inhabited by Rastafarians and hippies, with a motto to “Go Slow” through life. We immediately felt totally embraced by the community.
While on the Caye, we snorkeled, swam, windsurfed, drank lots of beers at the Split, took a sunset cruise, attended a small wedding on a pier (new friends from our sunset cruise!), and attempted to adopt every stray puppy on the island (this was mainly me while Christian pulled me away). All in all, a perfect start to our Central American adventure.
After Caye Caulker, we flew back to Belize City, rented a car, and headed inland. Since we were driving ourselves, we had the freedom of exploring the country a bit — but for those who are not comfortable with off-roading and getting constantly lost (we had no service for directions, and basically used a paper map the entire time), I would recommend arranging travel through your hotel. We decided to go the adventurous route and while it was a blast, there were a few times that I asked myself what on earth we were doing.
One of those times was driving from the airport to Gaia River Lodge, in the Mountain Pine Ridge. We drove on bumpy, dirt roads for HOURS, but when we finally made it to our lodge, all of the off-roading seemed well worth it. Disclaimer, this lodge was ABSURDLY beautiful– almost too luxurious for us. But, not too shabby for our first few nights in the Belizean jungle.
After swimming in the waterfalls below the lodge and drinking wine sent down to us on a freaking furnicular for an entire evening, we took a day trip to the Caracol Mayan Ruins. Another off-roading adventure, so far out into the jungle it’s barely made a priority by tourists. BUT NOT US. We got there bright and early, and had the entire archaeological site to ourselves. I’ve never seen Mayan ruins before, and was so overwhelmed by the history, complexity, and straight-up SIZE of them. It was by far one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.
For the last leg of our trip, I actually don’t have many photos. We wanted to spend a few days unplugged, which meant no wifi and no phones. I still snagged a couple photos of the huts at Pook’s Hill, though, where we spent two nights. The bugs in the huts were terrifying (tarantulas and scorpions galore), but the communal atmosphere and ecological awareness of the lodge were so unique to Belize. An incredibly enriching way to end our honeymoon.
Last but not least, we spent the last day of our Belizean adventure hiking, swimming, climbing, and touring the Actun Tunichil Muknal, an ancient cave in the Cayo District that was recently named by National Geographic as the most sacred cave in the world. The Mayans viewed the cave as the entrance to the underworld, and trekked nearly a mile through the pitch-dark waters to practice their holiest rituals and sacrifices. And so we trekked that same distance, swimming in rushing waters, squeezing through cramped spaces (claustrophobic folks beware), and climbing up cave cliffs to witness the archaeological site (complete with ceramics, stoneware, and skeletons) dating back to 400 AD. Unfortunately, the site does not allow cameras — it would be nearly impossible to get an electronic device that far anyway — but it felt like a total shame to not give it a shout out since it was undeniably my favorite thing we did while in Belize. And unfortunately, google image search just doesn’t do it justice. I guess this will have to be something you have to experience to truly witness — which to me, feels like a very fitting way to depict our entire time in Belize, and a poignant way to end this post.
So that’s it, friends! A full re-cap of a time incredibly well spent in Belize. My heart is already aching to go back.