SPRINGTIME IN DC

We arrived in DC in February for two months of training.  The first several weeks were cold – really cold – single-digit cold.  I had one snow day and one delayed start due to snow.  Coming from Belize this was a shock to the system.

No choice but to enjoy fancy cocktails at fancy DC hotels when it's 8 degrees (F) outside.

But over the last couple of weeks, spring has sprung!  The weather warmed up, I was able to walk to and from work each day, and the flowering bulbs and cherry trees put on quite a show.

The requisite photo of the Jefferson Memorial with cherry blossoms in full glory.

So many cherry trees!

Many of our friends from my orientation class were back in DC after wrapping up their first tours abroad too, as well as several of my Belize colleagues who also just finished their tours, so we were able to reconnect, share some to laughs… and a lot of meals and wine.  I should have brought stretchy pants!

I don't have any good shots of our group get-togethers, but I do have this one of more cherry blossoms.

And here's a shot of Ben Franklin at the Foreign Service Institute... with tulips!

My parents came to visit for a few days, and DC continued to impress.  They played tourist on their own while I was in class and Andrew was working on the weekdays.  But on the weekend, we were able to check out some of the museums together, and we visited Mount Vernon via a boat trip down the Potomac. 

My parents at Mount Vernon.

The Rose Family doing what we do best.

We visited Ford's Theater, the Bureau of Engraving and Printing, and the National Portrait Gallery.  This was one of my favorites there.

Alas, all good things come to an end.  My training is completed, which in theory means I learned how to do my next job as a Political Officer in Zimbabwe.  (Of course, if I’ve learned anything, it’s that you really learn how to do your job by actually doing it.  At least I didn’t have to try to learn a language this time!)  So our time in DC has come to an end for now too.  I’m writing this blog entry from the Dulles airport while we await our flight to Portland.

I also did some "training" for Africa while visiting the National Zoo.

One of the (many) perks of this job is that we get a few weeks of paid leave between each overseas post.  They call it “home leave” – I call it “homeless leave” since we will be surfing couches and pet-sitting our way around Portland for the next few weeks.  We had the option of taking this leave before my training in DC… but that would have meant being in Portland in February and March.  Not the best time to visit Portland unless you’re particularly fond of grey and rain.  This way, we’ll get to visit Portland in the spring, and I expect we’ll see even more flowering bulbs and trees.  Springtime in DC AND Portland – the best of both worlds!

HOME(ISH) AGAIN

As I write this, I am sitting in Washington DC (not quite home... but close), where the temperature this evening will dip into the teens during the latest polar vortex to hit the east coast.  Though it’s been less than a month since we left Belize, the heat and humidity are already a distant memory. 

After packing up and shipping off most of our stuff (except for the two suitcases each that we will now be living out of for the next several months), we spent our last week in Belize doing some of the things we loved most – having dinner parties with friends, dogsitting, and taking one last trip to the Belize Zoo to bid farewell to the tapirs, jaguars, and macaws.

 

Last visit to the tapirs and spider monkeys at the Belize Zoo.

My last day at Embassy Belmopan was February 8, and on February 9, we flew back to Washington DC where we’ll be for a couple of months while I do some training in advance of my next assignment in Zimbabwe.  We arrived at our apartment in Arlington, VA, and within 18 hours, we left again for a week-long training course in Shepherdstown, WV.  In case we had any disillusion as to whether we were still in the tropics, Day 1 of training started two hours late due to a snow delay.  

Some final scenes from Belize, including this random horse who was grazing in front of our house one day.  (Our Belize house is on the other side of that orange wall.)

And the main drag in Belmopan.

 

And our last glimpse of the jungle as we flew out of Belize City.

Goodbye, Caribbean Sea...

...and hello Arlington apartment!  A friend from my Foreign Service orientation class who is living in our same apartment building - in cahoots with Andrew - provided this stellar welcoming on our apartment door.

We returned to our Arlington apartment at the end of the training week, and within 18 hours, we left again – this time for a long weekend in New Orleans with several friends from my Foreign Service orientation class who have all recently finished their first assignments.  One of them is from New Orleans and her family is part of a “krewe” that participates in a Mardi Gras parade every year.  It seemed the perfect place for us to hold a reunion, celebrate the fact that we’d all survived our first tour, and blow off some steam.  It did not disappoint.  We returned to Arlington on February 18 and finally spent more than 24 consecutive hours in our apartment for the first time.

A jazz band playing for us at a restaurant in New Orleans.  This is apparently the only photo I took from that weekend.  That may be for the best...

Our Arlington apartment is more or less in the same neighborhood as where we spent about 6 months in 2016 before heading to Belize.  Despite the weather being at or below freezing most of the time we have been here, we’ve managed to venture out to explore our neighborhood a few times.  We have a Whole Foods right across the street!  And a Trader Joe’s about 2 blocks away!  Oh, the civilization!  After spending the last two years having to drive to at least 3-4 different stores to get our groceries, the ability to walk across the street and find wine, cheese, meat, and vegetables all in the same place is a true luxury. 

Our new digs.

And our new snowy view (during last week's snowstorm).  We're definitely not in Belize anymore.

We’ve already had our first visitor!  Wendy, my friend from college, came down from Connecticut to stay with us for the weekend, and Wendy and I had an amazing day playing tourists in DC.  The day was cold – but dry – so we put on our layers and ventured out.  We walked the length of the National Mall visiting many of the monuments, checking out several museums and other places of interest, and ending the day by meeting up with Andrew at one of our favorite restaurants in DC.  There were no lines anywhere, so we were able to just walk right in to the museums – and even got in on a tour of the Capitol without a reservation and without waiting for more than five minutes.  Word of advice: If you ever want to see DC without all the crowds, bring your long underwear and a coat, and come in early March.

An epic day playing tourist with Wendy.

And so now we have pretty much settled in to what will be home(ish) until we get back to Portland in mid-April.  Feels good – albeit cold – to be back.

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

Next Friday, my tour here in Belize will come to an end, and one week from today, we will head back to DC.  My assignment here lasted almost exactly two years.  Some days, it felt like 10 years.  But in the waning hours, I realize how quickly the time really has gone by.  In an effort to try to cram as many memories into our brains as possible, last month we had lots of get togethers with friends to remember how many amazing people we’ve met here, and we took one last hike in the jungle at the Sleeping Giant resort to remember just how beautiful this country can be.

View over the Sibun River from the lookout at Sleeping Giant

One of many dinners with friends.  Our friend Rob who had just left post was represented by a rum bottle with his face on it.  No one is forgotten.  

Of course, getting ready for a move back to the States and then on to Africa entailed a lot of household preparations, so January was also filled with lots of logistics.  Since Zimbabwe is a right-hand drive country, we had to sell our trusty Pathfinder.  I turned the keys over to the new owner – a locally employed embassy employee – yesterday.  We also found a new(-ish) car to buy in Zimbabwe.  We bought it from another embassy employee in Harare who will be leaving a week or so after we get there.  Good timing!

Goodbye 2004 Nissan.  Enjoy your retirement in Belize!

And hello 2008 Toyota waiting for us in Zimbabwe.  Can't say we don't have a type.

We also had to sort through all our stuff to see what gets sent to Zimbabwe, what goes back to Portland, and what just gets tossed out.  Our stuff all shipped out on Tuesday. 

So... much... stuff.

Oh yeah.  This is definitely making the move - our "ulee" game.  Sort of like corn hole.  Or, "polo hole" as I guess it's called in Belize.

Oh gosh.  This.  Is.  Happening.

Goodbye, worldly possessions!  I hope we meet again!

Since all of our worldly possessions – except for a couple suitcases each – are now in a container awaiting transport, we are living out of an embassy-supplied “welcome kit” that consists of some towels and sheets, a few pots and pans, and place settings for four.  No more big parties for us this week! 

Drinking wine from welcome kit coffee mugs?  Sure.  Necessity breeds invention.

A week from today, we’ll check into our corporate apartment in DC that will be “home” for a couple of months.  Then on to Portland where we’ll impose ourselves on family and friends for a month.  We haven’t totally figured out that plan yet.  At the end of each tour, we’re required – REQUIRED – to spend at least 20 days back in the U.S. to become “repatriated.”  They call it “home leave.”  We call it “homeless leave.” 

As we enter the final countdown here in Belize, a little piece of me will stay behind.  That little piece primarily consists of my patience and sanity, which were tested daily by U.S. citizens here for the past 14 months.  But there’s also a micro-portion of my heart that will stay here.  This was our first post, our first exposure to the Foreign Service life.  What a glorious adventure it has been so far.

OLD TRADITIONS, NEW TRADITIONS

Happy New Year everyone!  We’ve just wrapped up quite a month of celebrations down in Belize.  First off, we celebrated our 4^th wedding anniversary.  The traditional gift is flowers and fruit.  Andrew gave me a collage of photos we’ve taken of Belizean flowers (so creative!) and we enjoyed some wine with our dinner that evening.  Flowers AND fruit covered!  Good to carry on traditions.

Happy anniversary to us!

Heading into the holiday season, we attended all sorts of festivities.  We also hosted our second annual “White Tapir” gift exchange party.  We had about 30 people at our house to carry on that tradition.  And at work, we donned our ugly sweaters to celebrate the season.

Nothing says "It's Christmas" like tasteless clothing.

Leading into Christmas, we hadn’t planned on going anywhere or doing anything special.  But with just a few days warning, Christmas Eve was proclaimed a Federal holiday, and we wasted no time booking tickets back to Portland so we could celebrate Christmas with family and friends.  It was our first Christmas in Portland since 2015.  We were there for four nights, and managed to catch up with quite a few friends, including at a happy hour at the neighborhood watering hole.  And it was fun to celebrate some Christmas traditions with my parents that had been on hold for the past few years.

Our car's temp reading the week before Christmas.  So, yeah, let's head somewhere cold and rainy instead.

We weren't the only embassy folks heading out of town for Christmas.  We ran into a few others at the airport bar (of course).

We welcomed the new year with a progressive party on the embassy housing compound.  Five different houses hosted the evening festivities, with each featuring a particular cocktail and appetizer.  It was a great turnout and almost everyone who was in town attended.  Perhaps a new tradition has been born.

The first stop at the new year's eve progressive party.

Now we're getting into it.

The full cast of progressive partiers at the last stop just before midnight.

Of course, if the progressive party does become a new year’s tradition, we won’t be here to see it.  We’ll be departing Belize in five weeks.  Between now and then, I’ll be wrapping up work, packing up for our move, selling our car… and hoping the government is open for business again soon.  There are inherently a lot of unknowns in this line of work – What will my next job be like?  What will the people be like?  What will our house be like?  But now, Will I get paid? is also a great unknown.  I’m not among those who are furloughed - I'm still reporting to work.  But who knows if the folks who process our paychecks are working too.  The government shut down for a few days about this time last year too.  Apparently, and sadly (and embarrassingly), government shutdowns are also becoming a tradition.  I’ll hold out hope for a speedy – and reasonable – resolution.  

In the meantime, I wish you all the best in your new year’s resolutions as well, and all the best to you for a happy and healthy 2019.

A NOVEMBER TO REMEMBER

The calendar tells me that we are into December.  Hard to believe the last month of the year has already arrived.  I think it’s partly because November was so chock-full of events that it came and went faster than other months seem to.  It was also a month full of firsts.

November saw the first annual Belize Birding Festival that was put on by the Belize Tourism Board and a bunch of other sponsors.  It was a day of presentations, exhibits, and slide shows that was bookended by “bird walks” – an early morning walk in Belmopan and an evening walk at the Blue Hole National Park just outside Belmopan – and then a post-festival cocktail party.  (Wouldn’t be an event in Belize without rum drinks.)  The walks were led by local tour guides who really know their stuff.  I tagged along with my colleague Bryn and her mother (who had planned her visit around this event).  We managed to see a few new birds for me – including an orange-breasted falcon right here in Belmopan!  (Although it went swooping by way too fast for me to get a photo.)  Besides the birds, it was a fun day hanging out with Bryn and being reminded that one of the things I’ve enjoyed most about this post is the people I’ve gotten to meet and spend time with here.

I had tempered expectations, but it was really a well-organized and fun event!

Bryn and me in action.

And a group action shot - on the evening Blue Hole walk.

November also saw Embassy Belmopan’s inaugural Marine Ball.  The vast majority of embassies around the world have a Marine Security Guard force, as well as an annual Marine Corps Birthday Ball to celebrate the founding of the Marine Corps.  Little ol’ Embassy Belmopan didn’t have Marines until this year, and so there had never been a Marine Ball here.  But last month, the Marines put on a great event and we all got to dress up and have a great time.  Happy birthday, Marines!

We clean up all right.

November also brought a group of folks from the embassy to Royal Palm Caye for a long weekend.  This was the second time Andrew had organized a group outing to a private caye but the first time Andrew got to experience it since he was sick and had to sit out our last excursion to Hatchet Caye in January.  We were treated to a weekend of great weather to kayak, swim, play croquet, relax and hang out with a fun group of folks.

View from the front door of our cabana.

I never get tired of the sunsets here.

The day we left the island, our friends Paul and Kim arrived from Portland for a week-long visit, and the weather immediately changed from sunny and warm to cloudy and rainy (but still warm, of course).  We didn’t let the drizzle keep us from showing them the sights, including Mayan ruins in San Ignacio and the beach at Placencia… although the sky looked decidedly more like Oregon than Belize.  They came all the way from Portland to experience… Oregon.

View from the top of "El Castillo" at Xunantunich.  That sky looks just like Oregon... but the short sleeves give it away.  Oh, and the ruins too.

And, most noteworthy of all, November was Andrew’s 50^th birthday.  A group of us assembled at the house of our friend Claire (the deputy British High Commissioner), and we had a roast lamb and beef dinner with all the trimmings served on the Queen’s china.  Nothing but the finest for his big day. 

Ready for a party!

The birthday boy.

The 50th birthday revelers.

As much as November was a month of firsts, it was also a month of lasts.  It was our last Thanksgiving, likely our last visit to the Xunantunich ruins, and our last November here in Belize.  It was definitely a November to remember.

BEACHES AND BIRTHDAYS

Aloha!  Andrew and I just got back from a (much needed) two-week vacation in Hawaii.  While Andrew has traveled back to the states for work occasionally, I’ve been in Belize since May and was eager for a change of scenery, a break from the grind of dealing with unruly Americans, and some down time to relax and unwind.  Mission accomplished!  Now, I know what you’re thinking.  “You went from one tropical location to another tropical location for your vacation?”  It may seem that way.  But I assure you that Belmopan (where we live and spend the majority of our time) is the steamy, jungly innards of Belize.  It is decidedly NOT a tropical paradise.  And even though Belize’s beaches have sand and palm trees, they do not have the breezy trade winds to cut through the oppressive humidity, the clean, safe and well-maintained open spaces, and the variety of places to go and things to do.  I mean, besides just hanging out on the beach, we went to TARGET!  We saw a movie in a MOVIE THEATER!  We had GOOD WINE (and mai tais)!  We GOLFED!  These are true luxuries coming from Belize, and it was a lovely and relaxing vacation.

Our first stop when we landed in Oahu - a tiki bar called La Mariana Sailing Club.  We love the kitschy vibe of this place.  It's a regular stop when we're on Oahu.

Our dining companion for lunch at La Mariana.

...and our second stop after we landed.  [Insert sound of angels singing here.]

We stayed at the same place (Ko Olina on Oahu) and retraced our footsteps to the spot where we got married.  We even celebrated my birthday with dinner at the same restaurant.  (Hard to believe that was almost four years ago!)  Thanks to all of you for the birthday messages and well wishes!

The view from our room by day...

...and at sunset.  Ahhhhh.  You can see the relaxation.

Birthday dinner overlooking Diamond Head and Waikiki.

But before I cast too dark of a shadow on Belize, we have had some truly memorable moments here.  Before we left for Hawaii, we headed west to the little town of Bullet Tree to the studio of artist Walter Castillo to pick up a painting that we had commissioned.  We met Walter awhile back and had been to his studio a few times previously.  Last time we were there, we talked with him about creating a painting for us that would remind us of the Belize that we want to remember – the colors of the water and forests, the fun-loving and easy-going people, the overall joy of the place.  THAT is how I want to think back on our time here.  He showed us the painting and talked about how he had interpreted our vision and the creative process that went into it.  He pointed out lots of little nuances to it.  And we love it!  I think he completely captured the way we’ll remember this place. 

That's Walter Castillo, showing us the beautiful painting he created for us.

Et voila!  If you look closely, you can spot me and Andrew dancing on the beach.  :)

And we will certainly remember the day we picked it up.  We visited his studio with several friends from work and then had a long lunch afterwards at an off-the-radar, no-name spot that one of our party had visited previously.  It was up in the hills with awesome views of the valley below, and since it was BYOB and everything was made to order, we lingered over lunch for several hours while we talked with each other and the husband and wife proprietors (and drank some wine).  Days like that are what have made our time here truly special.

The view from our lunch spot.

Of course, I shouldn’t make it sound like our time here is finished.  My last day will be February 8, so we still have a bit of a haul to go.  And we will have more beaches and birthdays to come – including Andrew’s birthday next month.