Come and Knock on Our Door …

Last week, we received our first personal guest in Roatan: our dear friend Joe. It was quite appropriate, really. Joe has lived in Africa most of his life, and until 5 years ago, none of his overseas friends had ever come to visit him. Kevin and I were his first guests. Now he is ours.

Joe thinks Roatan is swell.

This isn’t Joe’s first time on the island. Three years ago, while Kevin and I were visiting our friends Matt and Corrine next door, Joe scooted over from El Salvador (where he was visiting friends) to spend a few days with us. We met him down island and rented a place in West Bay to have a little fun. However, it was in the middle of a tropical storm, and it rained buckets. We only left our house to eat and get beer.

This time, we did a little better. We fished (with no luck) and snorkeled (much better), but mostly, we just hung out and caught up. And got destroyed by bugs. But it didn’t rain.