It’s been really difficult to sit down and write about our island experience. Words don’t seem capable of conveying or summarizing the depth of adventure it was for us. I didn’t even wash my hair for a couple of days after we got home, because I didn’t want the sunshine and saltwater to disappear. There is something magical about knowing the last thing to rinse through your hair is the crystal clear water of the Caribbean ocean.
We weren’t prepared for the wave of emotion hitting us in our gut as the airplane circled the island.
The tears were rolling down Matthew’s cheeks. We both glanced around the airplane at the six beautiful bodies accompanying us on this epic adventure. When I stepped out onto the tarmac and was met with the warm tropical breeze, the smell of jet fuel hugged me like an old friend, making me feel immediately at ease.
While getting our rental van sorted out, we saw a nice-looking young man who looked like he needed a ride. After offering him a ride to wherever he was going, it turned out he was going to the same place we were going! It later became very clear just how Providential a meeting this was when we arrived at our hotel. For some reason, our reservation was coming up on their end for only one bedroom and they had no more rooms left. Our new friend, Will, offered us his room and said he could easily find another room somewhere, but it would be pretty near impossible to find a place for 8 people for the next 10 days. God bless Will. The following days were spent playing “Where’s Will”, and we ran into him a couple times each day, somewhere on the island.
When we lived on Roatan thirteen years ago, we spent the majority of our time at the hotel where we stayed. We visited a couple places, but didn’t play tourist very much. This time we had a deep bucket list and hit just about everything on that list. We reunited with old friends, went back to where we used to live, and took in gorgeous views of the island from our fantastic van.
One of my favorite parts was always being together. Hot and sweaty and often sandy, but always together.
We absolutely adored being able to squeeze Harry’s chunky thighs as we ditched the winter garb for ten glorious days.Another one of my favorite parts of our time there was every morning. We would wander downstairs to the cafeteria, which was under the hotel. It faced the ocean, and we would order hot coffee or tea, a delicious breakfast, and simply be. No agenda but to sip tea and snuggle a baby.
We really enjoyed going to a Gumbalimba Park one day, where we went zip-lining, held macaws, monkeys and more! I was totally impressed by Betty, who fearlessly zipped her way through the canopy.
A huge highlight for the boys was swimming with the dolphins. I learned that Matthew has always wanted to do this, so it was incredibly special to watch him fulfil that dream.
The spaces of our days were spent in the sun, paddleboarding, cartwheeling, climbing, playing, snorkeling, eating, dreaming, talking, and enjoying every single moment to its fullest.
Never did we think this dream of returning to our Island home would come true. But God knew we needed this time and provided incredibly for us to be here. Many thanks to Matt’s employer, who made it possible to go. So grateful, too, for my Plexus business which made it possible to buy passports for 8 and eat for 10 days! Our trip home was bittersweet.
We now have our hearts all over the globe.
There is so much more I could write about, but it’s almost April, and I really need to hit “publish”. We will treasure these memories and are blessed to be able to share a small bit of our adventure with you.