Too much time has passed and too much has happened over my blogging absence to give the typical, LMAC “novel” account of everything. So, in attempt to give everyone a glimpse of what I’ve experienced so far, I’m just going to bullet list them and follow the list with applicable pics and vids.
* Carlos Roman, Ashley Fletcher and Jason Walsh give me a warm welcome back to Honduras. Carlos is co-owner of the only bar of its kind in San Pedro Sula, Klein Bohemia. Ashley is his girlfriend. Jason is one cool cat who works with Ashley at a bilingual school for Hondurans.
* Second night out I meet Michael at Klein Bohemia and thus marks the beginning of a rapid and intense love affair. Jason wows the small crowd with his impromptu rap skills. Carlos masterfully bangs away at the bongos. Later, Michael lights up the keyboard. Eventually I get on stage and sing only that which I know, refrains and Disney songs… Michael my only accompaniment. I left the bar with compliments on my vocals but pleas for me to learn more than just refrains and Disney songs! Hahaha.
* Michael and I go Copan together for the weekend to find Billy and deliver the donation. We didn’t find Billy because he was in the U.S. but we did find an incredibly intimate setting that jump started our small romance.
* I take off on my own to go back to Jungle River Lodge(some pics on the website are mine! – I really need to quit handing out freebies) for some more white water rafting, cliff jumping and bouldering!
* Michael calls the Lodge and convinces me to head back to San Pedro earlier than planned.
* I meet Michael’s family and they greet me with warm and open arms. Both to my and Michael’s surprise, a one-night stay turns into me moving in.
* Michael’s uncle is killed by four men with machine guns outside a local bar in San Pedro Sula. Welcome to the real world folks. Apparently, the crime was committed over a racing dispute with a Columbian.
* A few weeks of small, fun adventures with Michael trying to find local national parks, canopy tours, waterfalls, going out with friends, going to concerts of Michael’s band, changing plans and making plans, midnight serenades, romantic dinners, cozy cuddles and movies on rainy evenings and simply being silly in love.
* I begin Spanish lessons (a long-time must-do) and start taking Yoga classes (another long-time must-do). Also dabble with basketball practice.
* Michael gets too swamped with work and school. I freak out with the lack of attention and the new, not-always-on-the-go-go-go lifestyle. A week of fighting leads to the demise of the quick, wonderful love affair. Though, there was a little oasis of bliss in the middle fighting with a wonderful getaway to Lago de Yojoa and a fun cooking night with Michael and friends.
* I mourn and wallow in self-pity for one emotional, tumultuous week. Michael’s family welcomes me to stay despite the terminated relationship. I try to stay but, obviously, that works out disastrously. Friends in San Pedro Sula and friends and family in the U.S. rally around me and offer amazing support. Without them, I would have been in absolute pieces. Thanks guys. You know who you are. Particularly Carlos, Richard, Scott and Kathy. And Walter who took me and the Swedish girl all around San Pedro for a day.
* Montuca Sound System (Michael and Carlos’ band) plays at a benefit concert for the poor who’ve lost what little they had to the devastating flooding earlier in October.
* I run off with the Swedish couchsurfer girl to the Carribbean island of Utila off the northern coast of Honduras where I become a certified advanced SCUBA diver – complete with deep dives, night dives, drift dives, wreck dives and small cave dives. I saw sea turtles, huge snapper fish, wrecks, eels, tons of reef fish, tons of coral reef, remora sucker fish, huge crabs, small crabs, lobster, shrimp, frog fish and more. Dove to depths of more than 30 meters. (Hmmm… normal person gets a broken heart and has to keep living the daily grind. I get a broken heart but then I get to run off to a Caribbean island with a dive instructor that looks like the spitting image of a young, blonde-haired Tom Cruise. I know. It’s not fair. You all hate me. All I can do is shrug and say somebody UPSTAIRS really seems to like me. And trust me, folks, I’m grateful. Really freaking grateful!) Oh, btw, pirate language still exists. Utilans speak exactly like pirate English! Exactly!! And, I got to explore a cave full of bats. I freaked for a second while they whizzed past my head. Luckily I didn’t get bitten! There were at least 50 of the dark, winged rats!
* Even though I had moments where I could have appreciated my surroundings A LOT more… by the end of the trip, I just can’t feel sorry for myself anymore. Last time I went through a big break-up, I got to trek through a tropical jungle. This time, I got to dive the world’s second largest coral reef off of a tropical island. I’m seeing a pattern here… and, to be honest… it’s not a bad deal! No, I’m blessed. Really really blessed. I got back to San Pedro Sula last night and friends welcomed me eagerly, telling me they missed me. Life is good. So one detail didn’t work out the way I wanted it to… but, I have NO room to complain. Thanks everyone who helped. And a big whopping thanks to the Big Guy upstairs. Life is unfair… in MY favor. I’m humbled.
Even my bullet lists are novels… haha.
Now enjoy pics and vids!!
Ferry ride from mainland to Utila:
Getting ready to dive:
Up close and personal with the Remora sucker fish:
Too much time has passed and too much has happened over my blogging absence to give the typical, LMAC “novel” account of everything. So, in attempt to give everyone a glimpse of what I’ve experienced so far, I’m just going to bullet list them and follow the list with applicable pics and vids.
(Hmmm… normal person gets a broken heart and has to keep living the daily grind. I get a broken heart but then I get to run off to a Caribbean island with a dive instructor that looks like the spitting image of a young, blonde-haired Tom Cruise. I know. It’s not fair. You all hate me. All I can do is shrug and say somebody UPSTAIRS really seems to like me. And trust me, folks, I’m grateful. Really freaking grateful!) Oh, btw, pirate language still exists. Utilans speak exactly like pirate English! Exactly!! And, I got to explore a cave full of bats. I freaked for a second while they whizzed past my head. Luckily I didn’t get bitten! There were at least 50 of the dark, winged rats!
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