A bit of Roatan in LA
I am business-sitting (sort of house-sitting) for a month in Los Angeles as the result of a conversation with some travelers I met in Costa Rica. So this puts me in a whole new neighborhood. Today, I had a quick conversation with a package delivery man — and I learned he is from Roatan, Honduras. It’s a small island with a small local population, and he knows the places I visited and lived there — and likely knows my friends there. Roatan was one of my first stays on my trip. Most of that stay was fully unintended, but the people there remain in my heart. I think about them, and their area often. I need to do things for them, and to return. I love that parts of my last year intersect with my here-life. I look forward to seeing him again.