The first day of my El Pescador trip was pretty much a normal day… woke up to the shouts of “DADDDDYYYYYY!” These verbal explosions take place about 20 minutes too early, but it isn’t a bad way to wake up, really.
From there… store, swim lessons, store, cooked up my totally awesome and unhealthy Mac and Cheese (there’s bacon in it… 4 cheeses, butter, milk, flour, cream, garlic, onion and corn… damn good), Grandparents came in, Thanksgiving Feast for Pre-school… started getting a little anxious and finally the luggage into the car and a trip up to SFO (two hours early). My daughter, dressed in her Princess costume from Halloween (she wears it about 2-3 hours a day) sacked out on the way up, so I didn’t get to say goodbye to her, which was the only part of the day that didn’t go to script, but at least she didn’t cry.
At the airport and I’ve heard so much about the stepped up security. What’s the fuss? I was through in a matter of seconds, really. No groping, sadly. No body scanner. I know it isn’t the universal experience, but it was really totally painless.
Now… the waiting. Board a flight to Miami, arrive at 5:something, wait… flight to Belize City and then on to Ambergris to meet up with Shane and the good folks from El Pescador.
I’ll keep things as up-to-date as possible.
Good times are here… the trip is here… let the adventures begin.
Before I even get out of the Miami Airport and on to Belize , I see my first bonefish… in fact, a whole school.
Met up with Chris Lewis in the airport… he saw me post the above pic on my facebook page… turns out he works here. We got to chat about bonefish for a bit and the fishing in Biscayne Bay. Always nice to meet folks who take the time to follow the blog and who love bonefish like I do.