In Belize they speak Creole.

It's a mashed up language that involves a mixture of different languages all combined in to one.

Now, I'm going to tell you that you can try to learn this language, but there is only way to do this and it involves beer. Lots of Belizian beer.

While having a quick lunch in a hole-in-the-wall joint in a small town in Belize I started talking to a woman who was a tour guide of the city. She bonded with me, because get this, apparently the only American t.v. channel they get there is WGN... you know, channel 9. And they adore the Cubs. She nearly gave me her first born when I told her I live, like, two blocks from the stadium and we bonded over this. I didn't have the heart to tell her I hate baseball.

Anyway, I'm drunk and she's trying to teach me Creole.

"What do you want to learn to say?" She says in this heavy accent while I stand next to hear basking in the sun and buzzing with my aviators on.

"How about... just how's it going?"

Now, here's the thing about this language. It makes what you are going to say ten times longer than what you are used to. So, for us, saying "how's it going" takes what? Three seconds. But their language makes it ten minutes. I'm not joking.

So, she says how to do it and I try to say it and then I say: "Um, that seems like a lot of work to just say hello to someone. And she says: "Well, how do you guys say it?"

"Hey." I say back to her.
"That's it?"
"Yup."
"Huh."

She then tries to teach me to say that I think someone is hot. It's long and difficult and I shake my head and say: "That also is a lot of work."

"Well, den, how do you say it?" She asks me shaking her head in confusion.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyy." I say back. She doesn't get the joke. She actually looks even more confused.

She then tries to teach me how you get someone's attention. It's all jibber jabber and cool and stuff, but I shake my head and say "Wow, this is tough."

"Well, how do you do it?" She asks already knowing the answer.

"HEY!"

She walks away from me. I realize that I can not spread American culture while intoxicated on Belizian beer. Well, I can... but you wouldn't be proud of me.