My sister always says that she expected me to spend my retirement years on the beach. She has felt that way since the time she visited me in Southern California when I was living across the street from the Pacific Ocean back in 1977. Yes, you could see the ocean through the living room window in that small beach town. I always thought so too but like all of us know, things change in life and sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Yet when I saw that article recently of a single lady that had moved to Belize and was building her new home ... it got me thinking.
I posted this photo on my iMac desktop and swore I could hear palm trees blowing leisurely in the ocean breeze. I doubt there are many bloodhounds, or basset hounds in Belize. With breathing problems for English bulldogs I doubt there is even one of them down there ... so it was kinda hard imagining me enjoying those ocean breezes and warm salt water with my three housemates. Still, my brain cells lingered there for a few days enjoying my vacation.