Flipping Out in Punta Gorda

On the camera crew's first day here, I escorted them down island to see some of the local sites of interest. We finished the day in Punta Gorda, a Garifuna community on the north side that was established in 1797. The people were incredibly friendly.

We met this young guy on the beach. He was quite the entertainer and had a particular talent for doing flips off a boat.

Not so cute (and shown in the last picture) was his penchant for flashing gang signs.

That's a Take!

So many of you know that we hosted a TV crew my second week here. It was, well, it was challenging, to say the least. The four of them had had a little too much together time (they spent a few weeks in Bolivia prior to arriving in Roatan) and were at each others’ throats throughout the visit. Kevin and I spent a lot of the week playing therapist and trying to salvage their relationships so we could get our promised footage.

Here's a shot of an interview Kevin and I did to promote the lodge.

Week 1

Photo of the Week:
An orchid in bloom near the main lodge (Sorry for the poor quality. I accidentally packed the user manual for my camera and am still trying to figure things out.)


Miscellaneous Week 1 facts:

Bug bites: 57
Parrot bites: 3
Random staff argument topic: Pancakes
Stairs to main lodge: 64
Stairs to our casita: 82

I'm gonna have great legs.

Ready or Not, Here I Come!

Ahhh ... I'm finally here. After a few weeks of hell that involved finalizing all the details of our lives, packing the house, moving enormous amounts of furniture and crap into storage, and driving to Missouri, I have finally (FINALLY) arrived.

Colorado did not let go easily. The moving was a monumental chore, we tore a hole in the moving van, Kevin's truck broke down at every opportunity, plans were delayed, and it was general hell getting out.

Missouri was only slightly kinder. The truck continued its obstinance, and I was forced to leave Kobi behind. A plane crash in Tegucigalpa forced all air traffic through San Pedro Sula, my intended route. This meant all passengers, mail, and air cargo were detoured, and all flights were overfull. There was no room for my poor pooch and no forecast as to when the situation may change. So she’s staying on the farm … for now.

The good news is that most of the drama is behind us. I’m now settling in to island life. This better be worth it.