That’s the last entry in my notebook from Belize.
It’s not nearly as cryptic as it sounds; what I was thinking about when I wrote that was something most of my interactions with people in Belize affirmed: everything that’s most important in our lives–the most intimate aspects of relationships, the most mundane aspects of our work–is largely invisible to other people.
When I wrote that, I was thinking about Austin Rodriguez, the man who’s been making drums for 35 years in his open-air shop next to where the river meets the ocean in Dangriga.
I was thinking about the men who haul nets and bring fish to market each morning.
I was thinking about the family who makes cassava bread and of Mercy Sabal, the dollmaker.
And I was thinking of the farmer Eladio Pop and his family, who welcomed me to their home and showed me how chocolate is made. I’m not sure I’ll ever look at a chocolate bar quite the same way again.
What I mean is that I’ll remember where it comes from.
And that I’ll start to care more about the invisible efforts that bring products into our hands.
[Note: This post was produced in partnership with our friends at the Belize Tourism Board.]