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I’m not sure where I am, but the only thing I’ve seen during the last hour of this bus ride has been nothing but ghostly shadows of dark pastures and unlit gravel roads that have shaken my body like a dice inside a Jatzee cup.

I’m headed to San Jose village, in the district of Toledo in Belize, to meet for the first time the family that will host me during my Maya homestay. They will give me a glimpse of a way of life that is fast disappearing.

San Jose Village, Belize

It’s almost 10:00 pm; we should’ve had arrived hours ago when the sun rays still shined over the isolated and technologically challenged village that seems to retain a lifestyle taken from the 19th century.

The bus suddenly stops and honks twice. It is the sign to let my host know I’ve arrived. I see nothing. The bus’ headlights can only illuminate so much.

Within a few minutes, my host appears out of the darkness, like a ghost appearing out of nothingness.

I pick up my backpack and start walking as I watch the bus disappear in the distance.


My host leads the way, pointing his vintage flashlight in front of the grassy, humid path that leads to his distant wooden house – several hundred feet away from the gravel road. I help illuminate the path with my own headlamp.

San Jose Village, Belize
Brigido and Andrea’s house during daylight.

We reach the house. No light emanates from it, except for the dimmest candlelight that silhouettes the entrance threshold.

To enter, he moves the latch-less, pivot-less wooden half door that keeps the half a dozen stray dogs and cats surrounding the house as if they were guarding it.

To my surprise, I have to slightly duck my 5’ 5” body to avoid knocking my head on the wooden beam.

Once inside it’s time for introductions. “Hi, I’m Norbert”, I say in a somewhat emphatic way, not knowing if they can understand me or not.

Immediately my host responds in broken English, “My name is Brigido Cal. She is Andrea Cal”.

San Jose Village, Belize
Brigido, Andrea, and I

They are a couple in their 60s, originally from Guatemala but forced to migrate to Belize after the Guatemalans persecuted many Maya communities.

He then continues, “you sleep here. You hungry?”

I nod. I’m hungry and tired from the almost 7 hours journey it took us to get here from Lamanai.

Dinner has been ready for a few hours already.

“We wait for you at 2:00, you don’t come. We wait for you at 7:00, you don’t come. We eat already. Now you eat,” says Andrea about my unfashionably late arrival and missing dinner with them.

Since there is no electricity, life in San Jose is still majorly based on the sun’s cycle. Wake up before dawn, work during daylight, and go to bed as soon as the sun sets.

“Wash your hands,” demands Andrea I do before eating.  I wash them in a blue bowl standing on the floor with just a thin layer of water.

The water feels heavy and greasy, so I’m not sure if I’m actually cleaning them. That is until later; I see a cat drinking water from it. Great!

“Come, eat!” says Andrea pointing towards my already served plate.

I sit at a calf-high ottoman next to a small table of the same height. Dinner is a chicken stew, white rice, and fresh corn tortillas.

I eat my dinner vigorously in the dim candlelit environment as Brigido and Andrea sit by to ensure I’m ok.

I know this chicken I’m eating was alive just a few hours before I arrived, but I don’t mind the thought.

That is until I see a full chicken foot, nails included, swimming in my chicken stew bowl. That I put aside and don’t eat.

There are parts in the chicken anatomy I prefer not to see to be able to eat it.

Brigido is kind enough not to tell me, but later on, I learn that the offering of a chicken foot in your meal is a sign of welcoming and that you are “worthy of being here.”

I’m embarrassed.

We are soon joined by Roselio Teul and his parents. Roselio, who is 12 years old, sits out of the grown-ups’ conversation. It is done in the original Mopan Maya language, so I sit out too.

I look at him, as I don’t understand a word that is filling the space. He looks at me, as he’s bored, and grabs an old Jehovah’s Witness book sitting on the table.

Sitting next to a candle, he flips straight to the “connect the dots” drawing and gazes at it as if solving it in his mind.

San Jose Village, Belize
Roselio and I

I reach to him and offer a pen. His surprised look and smile tell me everything. In no more than 10 seconds, he has finished the drawing of a cow and a farmer. He had mentally practiced it so many times that he knew it by now.

“I know how to draw”, says Rogelio with joy as he shows me his drawing. I agree with him and offer him my notepad so he can draw more.

The air gets filled again with familiar English words, a sign that the other conversation is done. It’s time for Roselio and his parents to leave and for us to sleep.

Andrea shows me my bed –made of wood planks, two layers of cardboard, a quarter-inch foam, and a bedsheet– and bids me goodnight.

Candlelight out, nothingness takes over the place, and I quickly fall asleep…

The constant cock-a-doodle-doos wake me from my light sleep as the first rays of sunlight seep through the cracks between the wood planks. The morning breeze shakes the palm-tree-leaf roof making a pleasant fresh sound.

The smell of Andrea’s tortillas inundates the small home and lures me straight to the kitchen – only after brushing my teeth 40 feet away from the home, where they have a small PVC pipe that feeds from a small creek.

Yippi Yappa (a boiled local plant with mild spices) and tortillas are on the menu. For a “non-green” eater, I find it delicious.

San Jose Village, Belize

Before heading out, the three of us sit and chat for a while – comparing life, family, social standards, money, and work.

They teach me a few Mopan Maya words like Ki (good), Xid’al (boy), Bo tik tin hanal (Thanks for my food); as I exchange a few Spanish words. We even chat about the end of the world in 2012.

Brigido talks about his ten children, all grown up and still living in the village of about 1,000 residents, and how proud he is about one of his sons for being able to join the Belizean Military.

“I’m proud of him. He will earn $B1500 ($750) per month in the military.”, he says. For the living standards in this village, this salary is well high above the standards.

I take the courage to ask a personal question, “How much do you earn?”.

“It varies depending on the crop. In November, we pick all the rice.  We keep half and sell half. That gives us $B1000 ($500). In April, we pick beans. That is $B800 ($400).”, he says as he continues, “there are months with no crop and no money.”

They don’t have an income every month, and tourism here is minimal to support them, as the village is too deep in the mountains and hard to reach.

San Jose Village, Belize

“We are poor,” Andrea adds to the conversation.

That single sentence shocks me and saddens me at the same time. I see how they accept they are “poor” farmers, and they are not afraid to admit it.

While it’s true that making a capital living here is hard, the lifestyle quality is better than in the city. There is no criminality, relatively no social issues or stress, and they are almost self-sustainable.

Now I question myself, “who is poor?” Their life is rich in health, values, culture, and a great sense of connection with nature. I consider their daily life to be very pleasant, relaxed, and silent.

Actually, too silent, which makes me want to crave for a dose of white noise. I’m not used to the heavy silence of the mountainside.

“What about the end of the world in 2012?” I ask the mystic question that surrounds their culture.

“That’s wrong,” responds Brigido, as he adds, “The Mayas didn’t say that. There could be a change in climate, good or bad, but no end. We pray, light incense, and ask to be good with nature.”

Why am I not surprised by his response? Why is it so easy for us to misinterpret things?

It’s time to head out. We walk the dusty gravel streets to visit the rest of the village and the Cacao plantation.

Now, without the darkness that covered the village on my arrival, I’m able to see the picturesque beauty of its composition.

Wooden bungalow homes with palm-tree-leaf roofs sprinkle the gently sloping green hills.

Kids walk around and play freely as the elder do their chores, traditionally clothed women sell their beautifully woven baskets to help bring money home, and elders welcome you to show you more about their village and culture.

I spend time with each and every one of them to absorb a little bit of their culture according to them.

San Jose Village, Belize

The rest of the day I spend buying a few baskets for $3 and $5 each, seeing firsthand the process of creating chocolate, and walking around the village under the scorching sun and suffocating heat.

San Jose Village, Belize

Life here is far from economic riches, but the lifestyle I’m experiencing feels priceless and very humbling.

Soon enough, it’s time for me to leave. I bid farewell to Brigido and Andrea and thank them for welcoming me to their home and for this humbling experience that forced me to trim all the luxuries I’m used to and to see things with “open eyes.”

Yet, I was able to enjoy myself – better than expected.

If only I could stay longer.

Traveling to San Jose Village is a wonderful experience that I highly recommend. Villagers who travel to the city to sell their products are more than happy to take you up there and bring you down on every market day.

There is a small fee of $10 to do the homestay, which goes directly to the families that host you. Contact the Belize Tourism Board through their website for more information and arrangements.

As a guest of the Belize Tourism Board, I had the chance to experience Belize and the Maya culture. While my trip and accommodations were sponsored, the opinions expressed herein and photos used in this post are solely my own.
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  1. What a fantastic post! Absolutely loved this – one of my favorite posts of yours. This highlights village life in Belize but what an insight into life, culture, and the things that matter. Simplicity – what quality of life it can bring!

    Your time with Brigido and Andrea remind me of my host in Ronda, Spain. Her name was Anahid and she was from Lebanon. We talked for 2 hours with her and another couple. One of the best memories I have from traveling because of that connection. It’s these experiences that remind me what life is about and inspire me to travel.

    If nothing else, travel teaches how the greatest of joys can be found in the simplest things.

    1. Thank you so much, Jeremy!! πŸ™‚ I think simplicity is the what rules Maya rural life in Belize, and what keeps their quality of life.

      I agree with you that interactions like these, and like your interaction with Anahid, are one of the most gratifying things about travel. The memories forged during those moments are for a lifetime and they teach us more than we can imagine.

  2. Love how they waited for you for dinner and then gave you such a strong “talking to” about it. very sweet story.

    1. Haha! I felt so bad they waited for me for so long! It was wayyyy past their sleep time as they normally go to bed soon after sunset. But, they were so sweet and gracious with me and took their time to make me feel welcome.

    1. Thanks Sophie! It was a moving experience indeed. It’s impressive how you can learn about life in interesting situations like these.

  3. An amazing and insightful experience Norbert!

    It’s often the people that have little that are the most generous with what they do have and what they are able to offer guests or anyone. I’ve been in similar experiences in Africa, and it’s always an eye opening blessing and learning opportunity. Often people with little have positive attitudes and consider relationships, family and conversation to be of utmost importance.

    By they way, that chicken stew with rice and tortillas sounds awesome! I’ve eaten chicken feet form time to time, but there’s just not much on them to eat!

    1. Thanks Mark!
      I totally agree with you. Often the most generous are the ones that have the “least”. They also put a great deal of importance in personal relationships and quality of life. I can imagine having experiences like these in Africa; one of the reasons why I look forward to go there during my RTW!
      That meal was delicious, but I can’t see myself eating a chicken foot (without gagging, at least). Would try it though if I feel dared! πŸ˜‰

  4. Oh, Norbert, what a fantastic post.
    I wish you could have stayed longer there too. I would have loved to have read more.
    “Who is poor” is a question I ask myself often when I travel to remote areas. I feel very poor at the moment, stuck in a highrise office far away from my baby daughter.

    1. Thanks Barbara!
      You have no idea how bad I wanted to stayed there for a longer period.
      Isn’t it impressive how relative is the “rich/poor” condition anywhere in the world?! Values are very relative but one thing that stands out is quality of life and relationships.

  5. Great story for sure. I visited some Maya briefly but staying with them would be such an enriching experience, thanks for sharing. I can’t believe it’s only $10.

    1. Thanks Scott! So nice you have the experience of visiting a Maya community. I believe you would appreciate a lot staying with them as the experience is very enriching. Yes, it’s only $10! That’s nothing for such an experience.

  6. Such a beautifully written piece about your stay in San Jose village. I loved your interaction with Roselio about the drawing. All very interesting to read!

    1. Thanks Cathy! I think my interaction with Roselio was very refreshing as it was very pure on his passion for drawing and his view on the world from a 12-yeard old perspective.

  7. Fantastic piece! Who is poor is the correct question. As much as I don’t want to sleep on wood slats and a little foam I can only imagine how the experience would change me. Loved this πŸ™‚

    1. Thanks Debbie! Sleeping on wood planks wasn’t my preferred style either, but it is totally worth it since the experience is very humbling and gratifying.

  8. What an amazing (and humbling) experience! I love how you wrote, “Now I question myself, ‘who is poor?’ Their life is rich in health, values, culture, and a great sense of connection with nature.” I also know what to think if someone offers me a chicken foot in my soup!

    1. haha! Now you know what to do with the chicken foot, Michael! πŸ™‚ I believe anyone having that experience with an open mind will question themselves that, and many other questions about their and our lifestyle.

  9. What a great experience and you have written it so beautifully. A completely different side of Belize than I saw on my short stop there during a Cruise.

    1. Thanks Christy! If you have the chance to go back to Belize, I recommend you spend a day or so in the Maya Community. Yes, this part of Belize is completely different from the coast. πŸ™‚

  10. Wow! That is such a wonderful first hand experience and information you got from the villagers. Your story reminds of the 15 days village exposure program I had when I was in school. We went to a remote village in India, stayed with the farmers, worked with them and eat with them. That was such an experience and I cant still forget that experience even after wandering some rich places around the world. You are so right, farmers accept the fact that they are poor and they still work hard to fight against the natures forces.

    Wonderful story and I really enjoyed it.

    1. Thanks Sailor! So nice you’ve had experiences similar to this and seen firsthand the life of remote villages. There is so much we can learn about them, and them from us too. Would love to experience rural life in India too when I get there on my RTW!

  11. What a fantastic idea to make a home stay possible for interested people. I read your story with growing fascination.Adventures like this are what travel to foreign countries is really about.

    1. It is a fantastic idea, and so affordable! I agree that experiences like these are some of the things that make foreign countries even more interesting.

  12. Norbert, What a great post, I loved it. I agree that sometimes people living in cultures with a very simple life can be happiest and rich in their life and experienes. I found Bali to be similar 18 years ago. The people had very little, but they seemed genuinely happy and content, with a simple life.

    1. Thanks Lisa! Yes, simplicity in life can be one of the things that brings genuine happiness. I’m really eager to visit Bali. I hope they still have places where experiences like these can be achieved.

  13. I truly loved this post! You bring the entire experience to life, and it was very touching to read about your conversations. Thanks Norbert! As a vegetarian, I probably couldn’t survive in this village, but it’s nice to visit vicariously.

    1. Thanks Charu! For me that experience was very touching and extremely eye opening. Just having the chance to talk to them and see how they live, firsthand, was well beyond my expectations. Well, as a vegetarian I think you would love the breakfast I had. It’s called Yippi Yappa and it’s made out of a palm tree looking plant. They boil it, season it, and color it… then eat it with corn tortillas. Yumm!

  14. really interesting post. i read the other post and was glad to see a more thorough account of your stay. your hosts are good people. idk why but i really like them based on your telling of them.

    1. Thanks Mack. Oh yeah, my hosts were superb! I liked them from the beginning since they were very welcoming and took their time to show me around and to answer any questions I had. I definitely recommend doing the Maya-homestay because the experience is very rewarding.

  15. Awesome post Norbert. I lived for 10 years in Mexico and your post flashbacked me instantely to the great mood of the Mayan Villages and the charme of its people.

    1. Hi Stefano! I would love to experience the Maya villages of Mexico some day! I believe traditional Maya Communities have a charm that feels very genuine and connected to their ancient roots. It’s so interesting!