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My trip to Belize made more sense when I was planning it with my lover. A discount plane ticket, a week cruising the Caribbean on a private yacht with all expenses paid, and a job interview I have set up on the side.

Then the trip fell apart. Vanished. Now I am on my own and still feel I have to do it, cursed by the dogged determination of an overachiever.

Overachieving I am! Spening money I don’t have on ticket and lodging, cramping up at night in panic, waking in fetal position, soaked in sweat (the slimy kind, the nervous kind).

Bottom line: I am going to Belize. 

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