Why I love my culture

So this past Saturday my aunt celebrated her 50th birthday at the Hollywood park casino. The festivities took place on the 6th floor, and everyone was required to wear formal attire. Belizean cuisine was served: the oxtail, curry chicken, stew chicken, coconut rice, red beans, fry plantain, and desserts...wait what was I typing about..oh yea the party. So after eating various speeches were delivered, followed by the happy birthday song. Then the punta rock music was played. Women and Men danced in their evening dresses and tux. But of course no Belizean party is a party until someone starts playing drums, yes drums. They started playing the cultural drum beats at 2am, and people started to dance john canoe: (imagine people doing this in evening gowns)



It was fun to watch every generation dance and smile. You could see the gold beaming from everyones front tooth when they laughed out loud. (check my gold to see what I am talking about)





Its my culture, and I love it