Tortola-New Mexico-Utila

We are over one month now on Utila. I have thought many times about writing, usually just before crashing in bed. I feel so out of touch, especially since so many things have changed! I’ll start where we ended, Tortola. We lived in the big white house on the hill for two and a half years. It was a great house with hot water, floors that hide how much pet hair was actually there and of course a million dollar view. With the help of our friends, our final week on Tortola was packed with laughs and good times: Taco Tuesday, bird watching, one last sunset beach yoga, Mulligan’s. At one point, I owed my sanity to sunset yoga, but it is Long Bay Beef Island that I miss more than words can say. I knew our days spent there were truly special, but I guess you can never fully realize how important something is until you no longer have it.

I'm not the only one who misses this guy.

Yes, it took 15 different shots, but I finally got one where neither one of you has a goofy expression! Ha!!!

From Tortola we traveled for a solid 24 hours to New Mexico. Our time at the cabin in the mountains was beautiful. By the end I had utterly fallen in love with the trees, the winding roads, the mountain tops. It was good sharing time with Randy and Jamie. We cooked together, hiked to the bottom of a canyon, played dominoes and best of all, went skiing.



I was also able to take a quick trip to see Angela and her new baby boy, Carson. I cannot believe it has been nine years since Madison was that small!

Ahhhh!

A couple of days after I returned from Wichita Falls, we had a big snow storm in the night so we woke to a winter wonderland. Cleo was more excited than the rest of us. She bounced around and stretched her paws on our legs until I finally relented and began layering on the clothes- now she was barking and biting and turning flips in the air. Justin stayed in the cabin to watch hockey (he never gets to watch hockey in the islands) so it was just Cleo and I in the snow. We wondered silently under the juniper branches heavy with snow beside a tiny stream. We felt like the only two people on earth because the only prints in the snow were mine and Cleo’s (and yes, I am fully aware that Cleo is a dog and not actually a person). Cleo is from the islands, but she thought the snow was the best thing ever. She dug in it and plowed her nose though it and didn’t seem to realize that is was cold at all. I just loved the quiet, the solitude, the clean air that tingled through your entire body when you breathed.



Unlike the quiet and relaxing hikes around New Mexico, the move to Utila was anything but serene. I’m sorry to say it, but Justin is a horrible mover! Times of uncertainty drive him crazy. He just cannot relax and accept that he has very little control over what’s going to happen next. Of course, I am the complete opposite; I have always been inspired and energized with times of uncertainty. As fate would have it, our plane encountered a storm on its way into Atlanta, Georgia. As we descended toward the runway, furiously strong winds blew our plane back into the clouds and all the way over to Charleston, South Carolina. With an early morning flight that leaves only once a week out of Atlanta, we ran to the rental car kiosks and snagged one of the few remaining cars. Finally, after driving all night through pouring rain and gusty winds we made our flight to Honduras.

So now I am back where I started. I am happy to have taken a little walk around the Caribbean for the past five years, but as my English friends back in Tortola always say, at the end of the day, I knew I belonged somewhere in Central America. It's difficult to say why. Perhaps it's simply because it is so different from living in the States. Or it could be those beans in a bag. At any rate, it is good to be back in Honduras. Even better though, it has changed very little since I left it. The biggest change is that the road has been re-cemented, so now Main Street is no longer freckled with potholes. Thank goodness, however, that they didn’t expand the road. It is still a skinny one lane street used mostly by pedestrians, motorbikes, bicycles, golf carts and a few rusty pick-ups. Certainly, the island has become touristier. The street is more crowded than it was five years ago and sadly the baleadas stands by the ferry dock are gone. The blue table with the tarp is still there, but she only opens at night and she actually makes grilled chicken. The other baleada stand, the orange box that they painted blue when Lonely Planet said the best baleadas were found at the blue baleada stand, is completely missing. Also, the big green bench where the old men sit and watch everyone meander down Main Street has collapsed. They just left the broken boards where they fell and rebuilt the new old man bench right across the street from the old old man bench which is really a better location anyway because there is less sun on that side of the street.

Early morning Main Street taken from our balcony at our first apartment in Utila.

There's a park right next to our dive shop. Cleo and I spent our early mornings here reading and chasing rocks.

It's hard work for such a little dog to have a full time job. She has to bounce around and wag her tail and make sure everyone gives her a scratch. Whew!

Our first month here we stayed in a small apartment right next to work. It was nice being able to run to the apartment while at work, but I couldn’t let Pedro outside and it was noisy with Main Street just below us. So we have moved to a place called Bananaville in the center of the island. Now our only noises are the various bird songs and the wind whipping the banana fronds to and fro. As is the custom, the islanders, in their never ending battle with keeping the plants and trees under control, burn their excess foliage. The deeper you walk into the island the stronger the smell of slowly smoldering leaves: a welcome home kind of smell. Anyway, we live in the third floor apartment in the middle of a banana grove. We are right in the tree tops so it feels like we’re actually living in a tree house. Pedro is delighted to be able to sit outside on the balcony, but being just a few feet from the branches he can cause quite a hubbub among the birds living there.

Bananaville!

Looking down from our balcony.

We are also lucky to have two bats living in the rafters on our front porch. I wanted to name them, but Justin said they should only be known as the bats because they will either disappear one day or will start a big bat colony and that would be very bad because then there would be bat guano everywhere. At dusk, we watch the bats as they wake for their nightly hunt. One bat has to clean and stretch his wings for several minutes before flying off, but the other bat is completely still and then suddenly takes off. There is also an iguana living in a hole at the base of a tree, but he is rather boring. All he does is sit in the sun and then scurries back to his hole if you get too close.



Work has been extremely challenging, but not in the ways I had thought it would be. That’s always the case, right? You get prepared for one thing and fate hits you with another. We are still happy we came though. Cleo comes everyday with us to work and that was especially important. Last week, I taught an Open Water class and for the final dive I had the Dive Master in Training lead the dive, so I was able to hang out in the back with no worries and guess what? I found a little baby seahorse! That’s always a good sign I think. We haven’t yet found our Long Bay Beef Island on Utila, but I have faith that we will. (I’ll be sure and let you know all about it).

The road to work.

Slowly smoldering leaves