Last week, we decided to take a road trip and a break from work. So we set our path for Nicaragua. I was excited to enter a new country. However, after talking to a friend of ours, she recommended not attempting to cross the difficult border. For one, it was dangerous, two we would probably get hustled, and we might not even make it over. So we headed the other direction.
Roatan is an island off the coast of Honduras that sits in the Caribbean. So it took a whole lot of coaxing to convince us to head north. We loaded up the car and traveled. It was a nice drive, a little longer than we had expected. But after eight hours we reached the coast. La Cieba was the coastal city that we spent the night in. The only room left was some sort of honeymoon sweet with a Jacuzzi and the works, so we took it. We slept well for the next morning we became island folk.
We took a one hour ferry boat ride across the crystal blue Caribbean to Roatan. Christina, our friend who once lived in Tegucigalpa, picked us up. She works at the Henry Morgan Hotel on the island. She was able to find us a deal for an all inclusive stay at the resort. We lived like kings and queens for twenty-four hours. Meals were all you could eat buffets. The rooms were wonderful including canopies over the beds. And we were right on the blue ocean front.
We lounged on the beach most of the first day. Swimming in the ocean also occupied our time. I loved being able to see my feet skimming across the sand as I swam. We enjoyed the island atmosphere; it was such a diverse culture. Dance parties on the beach at night, crazy English that ended in “mon,” and everybody seeming to coexist on a small piece of land.
We went snorkeling the next morning. I got to see the array of colors that God decorated the ocean floor with. That was about all we had time to do as we were rushed to grab our taxi. And so ended our island get away as we boarded the ferry and headed back. It was a relaxing get away full of God’s beauty and I am thankful to have had the chance.
Roatan is an island off the coast of Honduras that sits in the Caribbean. So it took a whole lot of coaxing to convince us to head north. We loaded up the car and traveled. It was a nice drive, a little longer than we had expected. But after eight hours we reached the coast. La Cieba was the coastal city that we spent the night in. The only room left was some sort of honeymoon sweet with a Jacuzzi and the works, so we took it. We slept well for the next morning we became island folk.
We took a one hour ferry boat ride across the crystal blue Caribbean to Roatan. Christina, our friend who once lived in Tegucigalpa, picked us up. She works at the Henry Morgan Hotel on the island. She was able to find us a deal for an all inclusive stay at the resort. We lived like kings and queens for twenty-four hours. Meals were all you could eat buffets. The rooms were wonderful including canopies over the beds. And we were right on the blue ocean front.
We lounged on the beach most of the first day. Swimming in the ocean also occupied our time. I loved being able to see my feet skimming across the sand as I swam. We enjoyed the island atmosphere; it was such a diverse culture. Dance parties on the beach at night, crazy English that ended in “mon,” and everybody seeming to coexist on a small piece of land.
We went snorkeling the next morning. I got to see the array of colors that God decorated the ocean floor with. That was about all we had time to do as we were rushed to grab our taxi. And so ended our island get away as we boarded the ferry and headed back. It was a relaxing get away full of God’s beauty and I am thankful to have had the chance.
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