Birthday Ramblings

Last Friday was Mike's birthday. We celebrated with dinner at The Blue Bahia, one of the newer restaurants on the island and now at the top of our list. You've heard me apologize that Roatan is not known for its cuisine. There are just a handful of good places to eat. Part of the reason is the difficulty in finding good ingredients and the complexity of importing what you can't find, which is most things. So we get very excited when there is somewhere new to try, and when it turns out to be good.

Delaney and Hayden are also fond of The Blue Bahia. Unlike some island eateries which are perched over the water or cut into sides of cliffs, this one is actually baby-friendly. And, on certain Friday nights, there is entertainment by Deborah.

Deborah runs what is possibly the island's only music school, Steel Pan Alley. (Allison will remember her from the three-hour wait on the runway in La Ceiba last summer -- Deborah was the large woman with the big hat who, like us, was at the end of the line and didn't get a seat on the plane. A long, hot story for another post.) Anyway, Deborah can be found around Roatan conducting five- and ten-year-olds in Sousa marches on the steel pans, or doing karaoke with the college set in West End bars, or on Fridays, at The Blue Bahia. We were once serenaded with multiple verses of "Tie Me Kangaroo", not exactly an island jig but it kept the babies occupied during our salad course.

For the birthday dinner, though, we left the twins at home with 14-year-old neighbor Savannah, an occasional night-time babysitter and lifesaver. As Mike and I tend to do these days, we talked about our expectations of island life compared to its realities. Some lessons have been unexpected: he had hoped to have taken a refresher course in scuba diving by now, but instead he's received a crash course in underground water and electrical distribution systems. He had imagined that we would have already explored more of the island, but instead whole days go by when all we can accomplish is a trip to the bank. (Considering that putting money into, and getting it out of, Honduran banks can take 2-3 hours each time, I guess this actually is a big accomplishment.)

One thing that keeps exceeding our wildest expectations is the view from Dos Palapas, our home. People who come here say it's one of the prettiest spots they've seen on the island. We agree--it took us two years of tromping through waist-high grass and coconut palm forests to stumble onto it. Here's what I'm gazing at now:

Despite the new stresses in our lives, it doesn't get much better than this. Happy birthday, Sweetie.

1 comment:

  1. Happy birthday to Mike. I know your growing older but not up - like the rest of us.


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