Last night I dreamt of San Pedro Just like I’d never gone I knew the song

Ihad Madonna’s 1986 hit “La Isla Bonita” stuck in my head from the moment I landed in San Pedro, Belize. It’s a 13-minute flight from the international airport in Belize City, and the small Cessna flies low over shallow, impossibly cerulean ocean cays and reefs before thudding down onto a runway incongruously in the middle of the sleepy, low-slung island town.

They’ve certainly capitalized on the possibility of connection. On the way to my hotel, we pass by La Isla Bonita Yacht Club and Google searches for “La Isla Bonita” invariably bring up sites on the island. Even in the marketing materials I’ve read for my hotel, Alaïa Belize, Autograph Collection Hotels , the moniker make an appearance.

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