Thursday, May 17, 2012
A rainy day. I wanted to go to Delia’s mom’s house to visit some of the kids as this was to be my last day in this part of Roatan. Hopefully I would see Delia too. I needed to get some work done first. The internet signal wasn’t great. The hard rain seemed to block it, preventing me from communicating but at the same time it also prevented the dorries for, running so going up to socialize was nixed too.
With perfect timing, one of Delia’s sisters stopped by and offered me a ride. I happily stepped out the front door and into the motorboat. Another woman was on board — a very nice American woman We talked as we rode.
En route we stopped at a waterfront home. Our hostess/driver got out and returned with a clear bottle of liquid and a plastic funnel. Gasoline for the boat. I realized this was the first time I have ever really seen gasoline. I have seen it drip from a gas pump and seen it in a can or red plastic container, but I have never seen a clear jar full of this amber liquid. I commented and she realized the same.
As we arrived at our destination, pulling up to the home my friend is renting in Filas Bight, which is right by where I was going, she invited me to come stay for a few days. What a fantastic invitation! I could be right by my friends, might get to finish the recipes with Delia, and would not be so reliant on others at this location. The one downside – mountains block the Claro signal so I am without Internet in this neighborhood. Still, I was happy at the prospect and said I would gladly take her up on this offer.
I spent the afternoon playing Farkel (dice game I learned at Mango Creek) with the kids here, walking around and talking with people here or sitting and talking with them.
That evening I met another relative, Roy, who recently started a small store right here. Roy lived in the US for quite a while so he has perspective and insights my other local friends don’t and no American could either.