In December 2014, I went to Belize for a week. It was my first time travelling abroad, and my first time flying alone and not staying with anyone, so I was a little bit nervous, but thankfully the world didn't implode and everything was okay. I took the only flights down and back that allowed me to travel without any overnight layovers, and I spent most of my travel time reading "A Storm of Swords."
While I was down there, I did a lot of scuba diving. I took my laptop with me so that I could stay in touch with people, but I didn't spend much time on it at all. My clients knew I would be unavailable, so that was all fine. I ate as much local food as I could, because I didn't fly to Belize to eat things I could get at home, and I came back with only one regret: I didn't bring an underwater camera.
And that's my trip to Belize, somehow boiled down to two paragraphs; I'm a magical man. As for you, magical woman, if you think you'd have liked that trip, or most of it, then we'll probably get along pretty well, and we should say hi to each other. You should know, though, that if you smoke, do drugs, or don't take care of your fitness, we will not be a match.