I lately spent seven days trying to crack the mystery that is Belize. I adopted Maya guides into caves and over towering ruins. I snorkeled with third-generation professional watermen and hiked via jungles in search of monkeys and wild cats. I ate a gentle food regimen of stewed rooster with rice and beans within the mountains and seafood ready every means possible on the coast. I couldn’t get sufficient of local delicacies, like banana jam and Marie Sharp’s pepper sauce, both of which changed my life in small but not insignificant methods.