Pedro, the smart-aleck friend of my host family, once asked me if I had seen the Belizean snow.  I said no, and one day when I woke up and couldn’t see more than 50 feet because the fog was so thick, he later informed me that that was the Belizean snow.  Maybe.  But I think I have found the real Belizean snow, and if not Belizean snow, then Progresoan snow.  We have entered the dry season here in Belize, and that means that the white lime (white mahl they call it here) road to Orange Walk that once enveloped vehicles in 3 feet of mud has turned to 3 feet of dust.  Okay, so maybe I’ve taken up the Belizean tendency to exaggerate (3 feet of mud—not an exaggeration), but I can honestly say there are spots with a foot of dust.  And as sugar cane trucks and busses tear thru it, they create a thick cloud of dust much like being in a snowstorm.  As I was going to town on the bus the other day and looked ahead, I frighteningly realized that there could be a cane truck on the other side of that cloud, and we wouldn’t see it until it was practically on top of us.  The dust-covered trees and sugar cane plants looked strikingly similar to snow-covered trees and what I imagine snow-covered sugar cane plants would look like.  And those of us unlucky enough to be sitting in a seat with a window that is stuck down will arrive in town looking like we’ve aged 50 years because our hair has turned white.  Who said there is no winter in the tropics?