What a delightful surprise Isla Roatan turned out to be. Hills and sun and greenery... After a somewhat harrowing taxi ride in a vehicle seemingly held together by duct tape, Simone, hubby and little B found themselves at a resort. For a modest sum, they were allowed to enter the facility and park themselves on the beach. Little B immediately ran into the waves.
Let's be precise: the water was NOT that warm. Although she wore a swimsuit, Simone was not excited about following her son into the ocean but, knowing the dangers of waves and currents, Simone did go in with him. She kept her clothes on and attempted to remain dry. A useless exercise, really, given that the waves reached her waist on a regular basis. The dip had several advantages: Simone was able to avoid the throngs of beach vendors and she had fun! It had been too long since Simone had tried to hop out of the way of crashing waves...
Finally, little B wound down and they returned to their beach chairs where Simone stretched out while the little guy built sandcastles. Simone allowed a couple of beach vendors to approach her and found some jewelry she liked, also for a modest sum.
They ate a less than spectacular meal in the restaurant next to the beach before heading back toward the taxi. By this time, Simone shivered in earnest. Hubby dragged her into the resort gift shop and bought her a skirt so at least her legs would be warm. Little B found a giant beach ball, one that inflated and became as big as his Daddy was.
"No. You cannot blow it up," said Simone as they reached the taxi.
She smiled at the beauty of the island, a little saddened by the very poor areas.
"There are a lot of kids out and about," she noted. "Is there no school?"
"No," the taxi driver replied. "There's no school in December."
Well isn't that something... In Isla Roatan, they have extra reasons to love Christmas...
Too beautiful. Simone would definitely be back.
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