Oh, baby!

Published: March 28, 2022 / Updated: March 28, 2022 Vilma Life in Mexico

I was at a baby shower a couple of weeks ago. It was so much fun: lots of good friends, laughter, mojitos (for some ‘virgin’, for me – definitely not) and finger lickin’ good food.

At one point, while gathering around a yummy dip and tortilla chips, and talking about the joys and hardships of being pregnant, one of the girls announced: ‘But everybody’s so nice to you when you are pregnant!’. The rest of the moms, including me, nodded their heads.

Everybody IS nice to you when you are pregnant. How do I know? First hand experience.

I remember exactly how I felt once I saw this – I couldn’t stop smiling to myself the entire day.

Beno had left for work early, and so the whole ‘peeing on the stick’ business was done in total peace and quiet. And rightly so. I had done a pregnancy test a week before, and the result was negative. However, those of you who know me, can see me reading the instructions before using the kit, and after, just to make sure I didn’t miss out on anything. And I remembered reading that if you did the test too early, the result might be a false negative, so just check again. And that’s what I did.

Time that day simply flew by. I had sent a text to Beno telling him that I could not wait to see him that night. I was so excited about the news.

In the early days, when we just met, Beno used to tell me how much he wanted to have a pikney. I guess I had always been easily swayed one way or another, depending on the partner I had been with at the time. I had changed my mind about wanting to have a child at least a dozen of times during my life. The Peruvian, for example, did not want to have a baby, and I was ok with that. Beno longed for a baby, and his desire rubbed off on me pretty well.

I climbed into bed and settled next to Beno later that night. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t find the right words. So I laughed instead, and he laughed with me.

‘I’m pregnant’, – I finally said to him.

And no, he didn’t do the happy dance, he didn’t lift me to the ceiling. He said:

‘You are gonna be a mommy. And I’m gonna be a daddy’.

And so, it is true, that people are nice to you when you are pregnant. I loved being pregnant very much. I enjoyed, for a change, every kilo of extra weight on my body. I smiled more, I believe I glowed! I read about the development of the baby from start to finish. I took pictures of my belly to see the progress. The only annoying things were, to me, not being able to drink coffee (I had opted to go for decaf at that time) and the increasing frequency of trips to the bathroom I had to take.

Beno was extremely careful with me, like I might brake at any point. I loved it, of course.

We had things to do, plans to make, future to look forward to.

The things I want

Published: March 11, 2022 / Updated: March 13, 2022 Vilma Life in Mexico

‘I want daddy’, – says my little one almost every night before falling asleep.

‘I want him too’, I echo in the dark.

I want, in no particular order:

My dinner ready, when I get home from work.
My house cleaned, because he hasn’t found a job yet.
My laundry done, because he is good at it.

Beno spent a couple of weeks at home once he came to me. Taking it easy, learning what life in Mexico was all about. It felt like this time he was my perfect husband, taking care of me and our house (exactly what I did when we lived in Belize). Soon enough, though, he found himself working with our next door neighbor.

I want, in no particular order:

To hear about his day.
To tell him about my day.

Money from his job was not great, but it was something. However, as many things in life end just like that, so did Beno’s collaboration with the neighbor. Through some friends I managed to get him in touch with the girl in charge of a call center. His first day Beno made two sales and his bosses were impressed. The job at the call center seemed to be a good fit for him. He worked long hours, but so did I. He worked on commission, but so did I.

I want, in no particular order:

To play ‘hangman’.


To start and end the day together.


To hold his hand.


To go shopping and have plenty of fun.


To enjoy the beach together.


To discover new restaurants together.


To sleep together.


To do anything and everything together.

Our life was good. We were together and that was all that mattered.

Until the morning of March 10th, when life suddenly became a whole lot better and being together – not the only thing that mattered.

The wait

Published: February 20, 2022 / Updated: February 28, 2022 Vilma Life in Mexico

When all you hear and see is war, nothing else matters as much. All you want is for it to end, and wish it had never started in the first place. All you can do is wait, and it’s the longest wait.

During my backpacking years I often found myself wishing for one thing only – for all the mosquitos in this world to cease to exist. It was my nemesis. It was my biggest pain. Today my wish seems ridiculous. Never in my 40 years had I anticipated to live through the worldwide pandemic. Never in my life had I imagined to have to live through war. I am as physically far away from Europe as possible, but the pain and the anger is right there in my heart, as if my own country had been attacked. And waiting for the war to end is all that matters.

Five years ago, those were the longest three months.

The note that Beno had given me barely holds together today. I kept reading it every day the entire time we were apart. I was so grateful for it. Beno was not the person to write notes or to talk about his feelings, just like most men never are. But here it was, his precious words, on the piece of paper, with his heart in it, with me in Miami.

I was lucky enough to find two amazing couchsurfing hosts and have plenty of fun. I did some well needed shopping, I explored the city, I socialized, I had a blast.

I even got to spend a couple of nights with my host on a boat, steps away from the wedding venue.

The wedding was beautiful. I don’t remember much as almost the entire celebration I spent crying. I’m a sucker for love as is and ‘I do’ always makes my eyes water. But on that occasion I cried both from happiness for my best friend and from pain, as I celebrated love and my loved one could not be there by my side.

I do remember that I ended up with the best man’s phone number in my pocket. Funny how you get a guy’s number when you least care about it.

After Miami I was back in Mexico. My days were all the same again: long hours at work and lonely nights at home. Walmart became my favorite place in the entire city, as that is were I’d go before work to use free Wifi and talk to Beno. Don’t ask me, I would have had it a hundred times easier, had I bought a cellphone and used the data. Instead, I dragged my tablet to the supermarket every day. I was set in my ways!

I’d see Beno at work, in his overalls, covered in freshly cut grass, and I could almost smell it. I’d see him drink his morning coffee, and I could just about taste the bitterness of it. I’d see him, and I’d just about feel his embrace and his lips on my face.

When he finally told me he was looking for tickets to come to Mexico, I didn’t get too excited. Anybody could say that, I remembered him telling me. Showing up was different. When the actual day came and he told me what time he’d be leaving Belize, I rushed to the bus terminal to meet him. Nobody could tell me what time that bus would reach the city. I waited till I got tired of waiting, and went home.

I only believed it when I opened the door at the crack of dawn and saw him leaning in my doorway.

‘Hi, baby’.

That is all I let him say before I fell into his arms.

‘I need to pay a hundred pesos to the taxi driver’, – he continued with a smile on his face.

‘Typical Beno’, – I though to myself with even bigger smile. And just like that, it felt like we’d never been apart.

Precious

Published: February 6, 2022 / Updated: February 15, 2022 Vilma Life in Belize

‘I will text her at 2.22 pm on 2/2/22, so she thinks it’s a sign’.

King DeLorean

The guy is not a clown. He has insightful things to say about men, women and relationships in general. But this made me laugh. Who would ever take THAT as a sign?

Surprisingly and unexpectedly, that day turned out to be a very special day for me. The universe aligned its stars and it all became clear to me. It also reminded me that dreams come true. Sometimes after 4-5 years, but they do.

Before I left Alderney to backpack across the Americas, I told my closest friends (Christine, Helen, Alex) and whoever else listened, that my dream was to meet a man with a dog.

The dog came into the picture after the man, and I had to wait around 5 years to see my dream come true, but here was Beno and Snoop Dog – as real as it gets.

The dream of finding each other had also come true for my best friend Kristina and her now husband Sean.

Beno could not come with me to the wedding. As best as we tried, it was impossible for him to get a visa for the USA.

I could see the sadness in his eyes before I had to fly out of Belize.

We came to the city to spend a couple of days exploring and to hold on to every precious moment we had with each other before we had to say goodbye at the airport.

Beno handed me a piece of paper and told me to read it later. I read it as soon as he was out of sight (you all remember the ‘got no patience’ part, right?). And I cried all the way to Miami (it seamed to be that long).

We had a plan. We talked about it and we both agreed. Beno will come to me once I am back in Mexico. But what if he doesn’t?

The most

Published: January 22, 2022 / Updated: January 31, 2022 Vilma Life in Belize

My relationship with Beno was the most…

… beautiful
… intense
… rewarding
… terrifying
… dramatic
… insightful
… tragic
… enriching
… extraordinary

I would not have changed it for the world. At the end of it, I was left completely broken down. At the same time, it made me the richest woman on this earth.

I stayed in Belize for half a year. Every month I’d show up at the immigration office, tell the same story about staying at the same place with the same people, pay the same visa extension fee, and I’d be free to continue my life as the perfect housewife until the following month.

In Belize, nothing was the way I knew it. From language to food to family relationships to way of life in general, everything was new to me. Friends of Beno didn’t talk to me in English. They spoke Creole, and as hard as I tried the only word I could ever make out from any conversation was pikney (child/children). Everything else had to be translated to me in the English I could understand.

Food was something else. Belizean seafood was exquisite.

Salted pigtail was better than I expected.

And chicken feet soup was our frequent dinner.

I knew the guy was deep in love when for our first Valentine day’s dinner I came home to a pot of steaming chicken feet soup!

Watching kids climb the coconut trees in the yard and cracking those big boys open to some sweet coconut water was an everyday sight (the one I miss very much today).

Come dinnertime local women with baskets of freshly baked bread and buns would start walking down the street. And so I lived my life enjoying truly good and delicious food.

Nobody gave me hard time being a foreigner in the country. I had to go to the hospital a couple of times and just showing my passport was enough to have a consultation, get some tests done and some free medicine.

Of course, there was lots I had to get used to. Besides cooking for 6 instead of 2 and finding all the food gone come morning no matter the amount I cooked, not much got in my way. Some things made me curious and somewhat amused, I’d say.

Just as I saw glimpses of different way of life while travelling in Latin America year earlier, I witnessed different life first hand in PG. Very different from what I grew up with or found familiar. When I talked to Beno about it, he said I wouldn’t understand and would be quick to judge. Perhaps. We came from such different worlds. At the end of the day I was grateful he let me be part of his world.

He was always calm, I was always dramatic. He didn’t have much to show for himself (I’m just a broke nigger, he’d say). To me, he had the world (kindness, wisdom and acceptance).

To this day, I wish I could live by his philosophy: ‘I accept everything that comes my way’.

Dreams vs reality

Published: January 9, 2022 / Updated: January 17, 2022 Vilma Life in Belize

I’m sure you all know Goldilocks and the three bears story.

Mine goes like this:

I met a guy, but he was too boring.

I met another guy, but he was too intense.

I met London boy, and he was just right.

Ladies and gents, I’ve found the perfect guy.

Yes, the same guy who told me to stop searching for love and let it find me, and the same guy that flew from London to New York to meet his new girlfriend two months ago. You must be thinking: ‘Something doesn’t add up here…’ How is he the perfect guy for me if he’s with somebody else? Well, the ‘somebody else’ part didn’t work out.

He’s not perfect, god forbid, but he’s so close, and he’s perfect for me. London boy is the kind of a man I’d never been with. But as soon as I got to know him I realized he was just right for me. Head on his shoulders, focused and determined, very chill, amazing with kids and very passionate about becoming the best dad to his child and the best man to his woman. He inspires me, I respect and adore him. He also annoys me to no end. I get on his nerves, which makes it even.

He’s been told the story of an emoji, by the way!

The only thing is, he’s as blind as a bat and does not see what’s in front of him, making me work twice as hard.

He’s also the one that gives me the male perspective on my relationship related questions.

When I asked London boy what he thought of this, he responded it was very true. I thought so too.

I remember Beno telling me that every man wanted to come home to a happy woman. “But how can I be happy if you do this and you do that?’ – I would instantly respond. At that time, I was blind myself.

Beno tried to explain.

‘It’s not what I do, it’s your reaction to things I do’.

I know that now!

‘Show me your love no matter what. I’m coming home to you’.

‘Yes, but you are coming home after midnight!’

And so, peace is what we all need.

In PG I was the perfect girl for him. I didn’t work. I cooked, cleaned, did laundry and shopping and was always extremely happy to see Beno home at the end of his shift. We’d often to the river, for a change of scene and a well needed cool river water.

Together we hosted quite a few couchsurfers. That kept me entertained while Beno worked and that was my way of giving back after couchsurfing for over 3 years. I remember one guy commenting how cool I was letting Beno have his time with his friends. ‘I wish my girlfriend was like that’ – he said.

Every person in town was Beno’s friend. He grew up in PG. Well, technically he’d lived all over Belize, but PG was his home. Everybody knew him. His home boys were always in the house, day or night. When I cooked, I cooked for myself, Beno and 4 other mouths who were staying that night for dinner.

He lived close to the sea. Almost every night we’d go out on one of our walks. In less than 5 minutes we’d be by the water, sitting next to each other on the cool stone pier and looking at the starry sky. I loved the dark PG nights and I loved those moments, when I’d settle in Beno’s embrace and watch the moon rise.

The power of an emoji

Published: December 28, 2021 / Updated: January 3, 2022 Vilma Life in Belize

You know how whenever you look at your phone you always find a text from somebody, or en email. Or even just a message from your network provider. There is always something.

The other night, though, I checked my phone, and there was nothing.

‘Why isn’t anybody texting me?’, – I casually asked my daughter. More of a rhetorical question, of course. What could she possibly say?

‘Because nobody loves you’, – she told me with a straight face.

The wisdom of a 3 year old! She made me laugh and almost cry at the same time. At that instant I thought to myself: ‘I love my life and I love this little girl’. Although I do hope her smarty pants comments aren’t so deep next time.

And just like that… If you haven’t watched it yet, do so. Especially if you are no longer in your 20s. More so, if you used to be a big fan of Sex and the city. Watch it if you had lost the man you loved. Or simply because you have nothing better to do on a Thursday night.

This being a Monday night, I do have a story of my own to tell you.

And just like that, Costa Rica escaped me again. Because of…

This.

It took me a couple of days to reach Santa Ana in El Salvador. During those couple of days I had no internet connection, didn’t really need it. But once I settled with Mar and crashed, literally, on the bed in my room, I was eager to check my messages, especially the ones from Beno. What I found was an emoji.

I don’t know when we all first started using them. I do remember that years ago emojis didn’t exist. And so a few years back I was shyly putting this

or that

to the messages I wrote. Never this.

That emoji had a different meaning for me. Today many of us don’t hesitate to use it when talking to friends and liking their pictures. I am still cautious about using it, though. To me it signifies love. And I don’t give out love left and right. Years ago I didn’t expect others did, either.

And as far as I could remember that was the first time a guy had sent it to me. I don’t remember whether I told this to Beno, but here you have it. The emoji was the reason I went back.

‘Will you take me with open arms if I go back to you?’ – I asked him replying to his message, a.k.a emoji.

‘Yes, I will’, – he answered.

And just like that, I made an important decision in my life (one of the most important, I should add), based on an emoji. And no, I wouldn’t call myself reckless or irresponsible, flaky or lacking reason. I’d say that I made the decision that I wanted to make, and the emoji was just a sign I was making the right one.

Weeks later, when I asked Beno if he was happy when I told him I’d come back, he replied that saying I’d come back was easy. Any girl could say that. Showing up was different.

Show up I did. And I felt happier than ever when he met me with open arms.

Wish upon a star

December 20, 2021 Vilma Life in Belize

I keep thinking that what I really want is a man – rich and good lookin’. That would be nice, wouldn’t it? However, I was saying a little prayer the other night, and what I wished for was this:

  • health
  • rest
  • patience

The man, any man, is nowhere in sight, as you see.

I guess we forget that our health is our wealth, when all is well. But when things turn sour, we need that more than anything else.

Rest? Please! I feel like I have never had a day off in my life. Not one that involved no cooking and no cleaning. The past couple of years had been especially hard. I was hoping and praying that before the year ends I’d get a couple of days to myself with absolutely nothing to do. Sadly, looks like that is not going to happen. Next year, then!

And patience… I used to read this book about patience to my little girl (long gone, destroyed. The book, not the girl!). ‘Remember that patience is your friend’, – says the girl’s father in the book. ‘But why do I need patience when I have plenty of other friends?’ – the girl then asks. I wouldn’t have thought of a better question myself. Patience is something that I simply don’t have. Not with myself, not with others. Somebody once said: ‘I’m surprised you managed to stay pregnant for 9 months, when you have zero patience!’. Joke’s on you, funny guy, I was pregnant for 8 months only! Still, this is something I need to work on, desperately. I need patience, now!.. Told ya.

Back in Belize, men were not on my mind either. Although I found Beno very attractive and interesting, I was not going to change my plans. This was my trip, this was the time to discover the world on my own. I had fun while I stayed with Beno: I got to know his friends, listen to him play drums, cook and eat his delicious food, play silly card games, talk and walk around town.

I couple of times during our walks he’d pick a pretty flower or a blossom and give it to me. A sucker for gestures like that, I melted each time.

At the end of my stay I said goodbye, he said: ‘Keep in touch, baby’, and I left. I had 2 more countries to visit, before going back to Mexico: El Salvador and Costa Rica. Costa Rica escaped me once, I was not going to let that happen again. El Salvador, not such a popular tourist stop, was even more appealing to me. So I was really looking forward to visiting both, and I was not letting any man (sigh) stop me.

El Salvador is considered one of the more unsafe countries in Central America. It’s no surprise the sign in the central park once I crossed the border caught my attention:

My host and her family ended up being the most amazing people, who treated me like one of their own. They would take their jewelry off before going to the market for safety reasons, and they would take precautions leaving the house after dark. Surrounded by their care, though, I felt safe and loved.

Mar was like a sister to me. An animal lover with a big big heart, she’s as adventurous as I am, good with her hands and has the sweetest personality.

She likes a good beer and makes damn good pupusas. She’s my kinda gal.

During my stay with Mar we didn’t stop talking. She told me a lot about herself and about her country. In return, I’m pretty sure the only thing I talked about was the guy in Belize who I really liked. And I wished to see him again.

Setting the house on fire

Published: December 6, 2021 / Updated: December 6, 2021 Vilma Life in Belize

‘Who does this guy think he is?’ – I thought of Beno after spending the first 30 minutes with him.

I arrived to PG and got off at the last bus stop before the University of Belize (UB) branch in town, as per his instructions. I put my backpack on the bench and looked around, not seeing a soul, and thinking how the hell I’d be able to tell my host I was already there. No phone, remember? I saw 2 snack shacks nearby and marched into one of them. When I asked if the woman working there knew where my host lived, by giving her his full name, she told me she did not know. Now, being older and wiser, I’m thinking one of the two things happened there: 1) she didn’t know, as she didn’t recognize the name. The guy was simply known as Beno, or 2) she knew exactly who I meant, but she didn’t want to tell me. Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised! Trust me, there’s a lot of undercurrent in that town.

It’s a small place and in a way it reminds me of Alderney. Everybody knows everybody’s business.

Not having luck in the first snack shack, I marched to the second one. This time I asked the woman working there if I could use her phone (much smarter, eh?) and called Beno. He quickly answered and told me he’d be there in 5 minutes.

And there he was. Wearing his blue overalls, covered in grass (he worked as a gardener) he approached me, grabbed my heavy backpack and led the way to his house close by.

He talked non stop for about 20 minutes.

‘I am just looking for the right girl’ – he announced at some point, having talked about nothing but girls.

‘This guy is trouble!’ – I thought to myself then.

The funny thing was that he couldn’t take his eyes off the mirror the entire time he talked.

Beno looked himself up and he looked himself down, he checked himself from the left and he checked himself from the right. That made me smile. I couldn’t remember seeing a guy do that for a very long time, if ever!

Don’t take me wrong. I couldn’t take my eyes off him either…

But hey, who was I to say anything? If he was looking for the right girl, I was hoping he’d find one soon enough. In the meantime, I had a roof over my head and a couch to sleep on. I was good.

Once his short lunch break was over, Beno went back to work at the UB steps away from his house. The town was really small and you could easily walk everywhere. So that afternoon I set off to explore it.

That first night my couch turned into bed. Beno kept the only fan in the house in his bedroom, and I was not going to sweat myself to sleep.

That same night my bed turned into the mattress on the floor. The house I stayed in was a simple wooden house. And the roof was leaking. When the rain came and the bed started feeling wetter, Beno suggested putting the mattress on the floor and I happily agreed.

That night I hardly slept. Not only because of the rain but also because of the person lying next to me. The sparks between us could have easily set the wooden house on fire. The morning came too soon and I woke up with ‘he’s my host and I’m just passing by’ thoughts in my head. Was I exhausted? For sure. Was I hooked? You bet.

Before it all started (part II)

Published: November 22, 2021 / Updated: November 22, 2021 Vilma Life in Belize

Remember how I told you that quite often I get these glimpses of my past trip? I will be doing something and I’ll get this flash in my mind of a certain moment during my trip. The picture will be very clear, very unexpected and not related to what I’m doing at that moment. I may not remember the name of the place or the names of the people I’m with. But it is always a welcome image.

Sometimes reality brings back memories, too. Last weekend I was walking down the street in the neighborhood that I had not been in for at least a couple of years. It’s different from the city center where I live. As soon as I saw the simple wooden houses with big gardens, avocado and mango trees and chickens running around, I thought of Belize. In particular the Crooked Tree village (I love the name!), that was my home for a couple of days.

Crooked Tree is all about wildlife and bird paradise. To me it was all about beauty and peace.

Villages of Belize is what I saw and fell in love with.

It was amazing to be on my own and plan my days however I wanted. I booked my stay in a hostel in Dangriga (couchsurfing did not always work). When I arrived, I realized I was the only one staying there and so I had 8 beds all to myself. Yay!

I visited the Cockscomb Basin Wildlife Sanctuary. They say you have a good chance of spotting jaguars there.

I didn’t get to see any, but I thoroughly enjoyed a very very long walk to the reserve all on my own. I didn’t mind, although a few locals I met on the way gave me funny looks, not quite believing I was making the distance on foot. While at the sanctuary, I was reminded that having a travel buddy was very useful at times. I started climbing one of the peaks, and it was not too hard nor too high, but I was so extremely hot (and already tired from walking all the way to the reserve) that I didn’t reach the top. The view was supposed to be amazing and I really wanted to see it, but I didn’t have anybody next to me not letting me give up: ‘You can do this, Vilma!’, ‘Just a bit more!’

The view I did get to see was nothing short of amazing and after that I jumped into the nearest waterfall to cool off.

It was while in Dangriga, in that empty hostel with 8 beds, that I contacted my future host in Punta Gorda. I did want to go there, I did want to leave Belize through its Southern border. In my mind that was the fastest way through Guatemala (which I had visited previously) to El Salvador, my next destination. That host was the only one living right in town, and even though his references didn’t shine, I sent him a request to host me for 4 nights. And he accepted it.

I remember how good I felt about seeing his message: ‘Yeah, you could chill with me, just keep me posted when you are in town’. And he gave me his phone number. Then I had to tell him that I had no phone myself, but would specify my arrival day through couchsurfing. ‘Have a bless day, Vilma’. And that did it. He seemed nice, very nice. He obviously could not spell, but, let’s be honest here, not many of us can, not all the time, not without the help of Google!

Before I reached PG, I spent a couple of days in Placencia. I had the best time there. My Canadian host treated me with extreme kindness and we spent a lot of time together. The beaches in the village are picture perfect and it was great to rest in a comfortable house and have my own room. When I told my host about planning to visit PG, he told me it was a dump. ‘Pardon me?’ He told me it was not a joke, there was a community in Toledo district near Punta Gorda called Dump. What an unlucky name! Disregarding his comment, however, I continued with my plan. I spent a couple of extra nights in Placencia and finally took a bus to the very South of Belize.