Blessed with the troubles of ‘where to eat next’ especially with the added pressure of it being my last night, we hailed a taxi up island to the swanky Maya Beach Hotel Bistro.

Our very cool and knowleagale driver who is also a local school teacher shared much about the islands history along with some of his own; he had family connections to both North Carolina and Texas! Small world or what. 

He enlightened us with a tid bit of information around the agriculture up island as we drove the furthest I had ventured from the village since being there.

Escaping persecution in Ukraine, Mennonites were forced to relocate in Mexico where some made the crossing to Belize and purchased land. They transformed dense rainforest into some of the most productive agricultural regions of Belize known as the village of Spanish Lookout. Fascinating. Still consistently following my bean protocol adventure for auto-immune, I hurriedly before my flight conversed with the woman running her road side fresh produce market next to our rental to ensure the bags of fresh beans on display were in fact grown locally by the Mennonites and happily stuffed them in my bag along with a fresh banana. Aaahh.. island life.

But back to the last supper.

We sipped and we splurged with shrimp stuffed squid and snapper two ways. We swung on a hammock over looking the dark sea and we talked on the dock until they turned off the lights.

As the last employee standing chose to wait with us on the side on the only roadway in or out, dark and deserted, she educated us about the type of license plate a registered taxi should be sporting and would you know it, the car we would have gotten into did NOT have the proper plate.

This simplistic action and extension of kindness, dare I say humanity, made us feel grateful and content as we stepped into the newly arrived and registered vehicle for the trek back into the village.