A Couple of Pictures...

Here are a couple of the photos I wanted to post while I was in Roatan, but couldn't.
This is the sunset view from the Blue Bahia. It was breathtaking and spectacular almost every night...It was an amazing way to end the day.
Well, here they are, Kent and Lisette, the energy and brains behind the Blue Bahia. It is a group of nine condos, plus their home and restaurant. They own three and the other six are owned by others and then make up the resort. It is small, friendly and fabulous. And they do a great job. We are fortunate enough to have one of the condos. Well, let me correct that, the bank has one of the condos, with our names on the papers. That is where I stayed with my mom. It is cozy (a euphemism for small) but big enough complete with a small kitchen area and wonderful deck with hammock.

This is the scene from Miss Peggy's hospital, where we went to sort through clothes and distribute them. We just sorted them out and put them out for people to go through and help themselves to.

My mom in her debut role as a missionary. She looks pretty excited, huh? She couldn't understand why all the people sitting and waiting didn't pitch in and help. But we got the job done!

Those were just a couple more pictures I wanted to add.

Time to Leave...

I'm sitting at the restaurant at the Blue Bahia savoring my last evening here. Deb's singing (the folk singer who was here the other night) fills the air, white lights strung around the perimeter of the deck twinkle in the absence of stars and distant squeals of children playing on the beach are audible in the distance.

Now she is singing Puff the Magic Dragon which is another tear jerker for me. It brings back a magical time in my childhood...I used to listen to it with my dad, and even have a little hand painted bobble head dragon that he brought home for me one day. I still have the dragon; he sits on my dresser, nodding back at me whenever I give his head a pat.

One woman is singing along, another is swaying to the rhythm of the song and another is staring off into the distance and a blanket of serenity covers the place. I do want to see my family, but I don't want to go home.

Of course an email from Howie earlier today about the status of the house didn't do anything to encourage me...I felt the tension coming back already...yuck.

I am really desperate to live the Island mentality when I get home, but I am so skeptical that I won't be able to and will just get sucked right back into a pace of life that is unappealing and unhealthy. Of course it wouldn't have been the same here if I had to cook and clean, live my family's schedule,etc. but there is still a different outlook, a different pace. It is a simpler, less complicated, less frantic way of life. And that is what I want to take back with me.

Shalom.