We had such a great time with our students in Belize, it’s hard not to continue with Same Place — Different View. Those of you who follow know what this is about. Those who are new to us, check back articles, but the title says it all.

We headed down to a coastal Garifuna town. The Garinagu (generally, Garifuna is the adjective, Garinagu, the people) originally were Carib Indians who, after their defeat by the English in the 1790s, were sent to encampments on Baliceaux in what is now known as the St. Vincent Grenadines. The 50% who did not die in this concentration camp were deported to Roatán, Honduras. Later, in the 1800s, they escaped and made their way into various parts of Central America, including Belize.

We had a couple of Garifuna guides to share their culture, traditional ways and beliefs. Our hosts were charming and interesting, and we were enchanted with the village and can’t wait to return next year. We’ll definitely spend more time there.

There is something about traditional wood buildings that is compelling. It may be the textures and faded colors that attracts both Arnie and me. This was our first stop in our tour of the village.

One of us took the wider view, showing the surroundings. Arnie, of course, giving the building a setting.

For some reason, I have always been drawn to doors and windows. Perhaps it is my love of architecture and history. Here, I homed in on the textures of the boarded window.

Continuing on with some of our photographs from our workshop amongst the Mayan people in southern Belize through Same Place — Different View, it is always fun to review images and compare and contrast what Arnie and I have each done. Those of you who follow these blogs know that sometimes our approaches are completely different, and at other times, remarkably similar.

We were returning from one of our excursions, and as we neared the turn-off to the Lodge, we saw one of the chefs gathering material for a new roof. This is always a communal affair, as thatched roofs need to be replaced every five years, give or take.

There were a couple of people helping, but we were all struck by the strength it took to haul out bundles of fronds.

True to form, Arnie took the wider, journalistic view, giving a sense of the thick, inpenetrable snaggle of jungle. I, on the other hand, was struck by the graphics of the scene and accordingly, picked a different vantage point.

We get wonderful responses from our Same Place — Different View posts, that I thought we’d have a series from Belize. We already did the quick recap of most days in Belize, but this time, we’ll compare and contrast Arnie’s and my views.

In the first example, we were headed up into the foothills of the Mayan Mountains to explore a waterfall area. On the way, we both told Antonio, our guide, to stop. We love the Mayan children. They are at once shy, giggling, bold, and clamoring. The girls tended to be shyer.

Arnie captured this girl’s shyness as she peeked out from the safety of a tree. Putting her slightly out of focus added to her mystery, but did not diminish her slightly-tentative smile…