Turning off the George Price Highway down a coconut palm-lined driveway, my boyfriend (not to mention the sweetest personal chauffeur) Aden and I entered the grounds of Warrie Head Resort, a quaint establishment in Ontario Village that we had visited on several occasions.

Sometimes, to draw closer to God we have to leave the noise behind and step into His creation. The road twisted and turned beneath us as we rode in the back of the pickup truck, the scent of pine filling our lungs and the sky painted in a breathtaking shade of blue.

Our family chat buzzed with a post from my sister-in-law Mar sharing a picture of different plants sold at Rose Petal Garden and Nursery in Santa Elena, Cayo. I ignored the message at first as I have never been good with plants; In fact, I had lost two succulents in my short planting history. However, I began to see the road trip as an opportunity to visit the breadbasket of Belize. I was in! The Saturday of the trip came and, surprisingly, my brother-in-law Kai was on ti

At 8:00 am on a Saturday morning, while the rest of Belize City was just waking up, five students from the University of Belize boarded a boat headed to the open blue of Turneffe Atoll, leaving the sleepy city behind.

Just when I thought I’d finally get a week of rest after returning from Chetumal, my phone rang. It was Josh and TK, my best friends from back in high school, FaceTiming me: “C’mon, bro. This will be super fun! You’ll regret it if you don’t go.”

The unofficial motto "Go Slow" is more than a saying on the Belizean island of Caye Caulker; it's a way of life.

If you find yourself trapped in the concrete routine of a busy life, and you just want to get away on a nature escape, you may be thinking of Brazil or Costa Rica. However, for a cheaper alternative, you should look no further than Belize, on the west edge of the Caribbean.

For several reasons, many Easters had passed before we returned to Hopkins, for none of which the village itself was to blame. Finally, we found ourselves back

Photo by Denver Gillett via DJI Drone Belmopan, the capital of Belize, may not be as well-known for tourism as other destinations in the country; however, it has its own unique charm. Situated in the heart of Belize, Belmopan offers a peaceful and laid-back atmosphere, far removed from the hustle and bustle of larger cities. With its lush greenery, wide open spaces, and friendly community, it provides a refreshing escape for both locals and visitors. In this hidden gem of a c

Located in the Cayo District between Belize’s western border and the Chiquibul National Park is the Belize’s most spectacular Mayan site: Caracol.

From the lush jungles of Belize emerges the mysterious and fascinating St. Herman's Cave, a place of legend and mystery, beauty and tranquillity, with a fascinating history.

It was my first ever extensive injury, and a harrowing one indeed. It happened on June 5th, 2009 in San Jose Palmar Village near Orange...

The deafening sound of gunfire tore through the velvet darkness on that tranquil May night. It aroused an eerie amalgamation of fear and...

It was Saturday morning. This was the day for which we had been waiting patiently since it was when we would get to see Mama Naya. Mama...

My journey into high school commenced with an unexpected twist when I ended up at Nazarene High School in August, of 2012. The school...

After drinking a cold glass of Toki orange juice, my siblings and I got to work! Eager to help Mama Naya sell her veggies, first we placed the tomatoes, sweet peppers, and cucumbers in transparent plastic bags. Then we priced each cabbage head, making sure we got everything just right. As we worked, I thought of how much I loved my grandmother. “Mama Naya es la major, verdad? (Mama Naya is the best, isn't she?) I said, smiling up at her. She chuckled softly, her eyes twink

I loved horses from a young age. Pa, with his hair-raising cowboy yell and Wild West spirit, helped me into the saddle practically as...

It's probably five in the morning, I'm not certain. My alarm hasn't rung, and in the depths of my subconscious, a loud, almost...

I knew something was wrong that afternoon in 1989. I had come home for lunch. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. I did it every...

There are moments in time when everything just stops. You find yourself facing a terrible storm, which you don’t know how to prepare for. You say to yourself that everything is going to be alright; everything is going to work out for the better. But you are never sure. What if it doesn’t? We walked down Benque boulevard in search of answers. My hand interlocked with hers as my fingers caressed her soft, nervous skin. Her grip got tighter every few feet we walked. It was one