View through sea grapes to the sea, easement 7 miles north of town (just north of X'tan Ha "The Waterfront" Resort) on Ambergris Caye
Jayson Forman: When I was in my single digits, my friends and I would team up with Señor Aldo Marin Senior’s kids until we had a gang of about 14 of us. The oldest was maybe 12 years old. We would walk down the beach all the way to the “Ensenada” until we got to Spanish and Margarita’s house. After getting permission, we would raid all the sea seagrape trees, almond trees and(if lucky) the rare hicaco (cocoplum) trees.
After we were finished, Spanish & Margarita would offer all of us glasses of water until we were good to go.
Imagine, a gang of 14 kids gone for about 4 hours. Parents had no idea where we were and were never worried. We always made the adventurous journey safe without a care in the world. Each of us filled with bags, shirts and shorts pockets loaded with all that we picked.
“La Ensenada” area started at a green house on stilts owned by “Mr. Escalante”. I was never told what his first name was but Spanish & Margarita’s house was not far from that house in the southern direction. His yard was a wonderland filled with sculptures from past Carnaval festivals and projects for the upcoming ones.
The Ensenada was near Spanish and Maggie. They lived then at the same house he had in the 90s that he called Cariblandia. South of town a bit. Wil and Rose Escalante’s house was past Spanish’s, further south, right before Victoria House.
The Ensenada was a long walk from town but every few Sundays my parents, Sylvia and Panta Villanueva would trek with us children for an outing, sometimes inviting my aunt or two others of the family. Most of the time there were high huge mounds of sea grass where our feet would sink in. Also we had to cross in front of a shack where a man (cant remember his name) had what seemed to me at the time, a dozen barking dogs. Then we would wade in the water for a distance and later to Tio Severo (Don Severito) Guerrero's house. He would pull coconuts and cut soft white sugar cane for us to chew. The children, very obedient, would play around play in the beach or shallow sea while the elders conversed. After 2 or 3 hours we would return in the same manner. Was what today we would call a picnic. Maybe the dogs owner was Mr. Lin.
Jayson Forman: I think the name was “Mr. John”. He did keep a pack of barking dogs. I think that the reason they only barked but never approached us is because there were so many of us and the guys who were walking in front would throw rocks towards them and they would retreat. I never understood why anyone would keep so many dogs. I guess he just loved them or kept all the strays from the island. They all looked well fed.
Photograph by San Pedro Scoop
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