Company comes calling
Feb 15, 2012
|Like many people who visit Roatan, Lisa fell in love with our little piece of paradise, and couldn’t wait to return. Her first visit was this past February, and by December, she was back!
One week wasn’t enough. She managed to get three weeks away from the office and arrived on Dec 17th. We hurried, from airport, to our little town of Oak Ridge, where the wrapping party for the children of Calabash/Fiddler’s Bight Christmas party was underway, at BJs Backyard BBQ. We passed Lisa a cold Salva Vida (Roatan beer) and put her to work wrapping gifts.
A few days later, we put Lisa to work once again, this time at the kids’ party. Her first task was to hand out fluorescent bracelets to the girls and help them to put them on. Later, she was given the task of handing out gifts to the “older girls.” Some of these kids can be a little pushy, but we chose the right girl for the job.
Lisa was a good “Santa” herself, arriving on the island with lots of goodies. 2012 calendars, magazines for the girls, Tetley tea for the admiral, and cigars, for the captain, were just a few of the treats that she brought.
We enjoyed a couple of trips down island, Christmas shopping, and Lisa received first-hand experience with the daunting task of hunting down elusive items, on the island. By the time she left, she knew where all the good stores were, and what order we needed to shop them, in order to have the most success.
Speaking of elusive items, we were hoping for turnip with our Christmas meal and searched every grocery store and vegetable stand between Coxen’s Hole and Oak Ridge, but found not a single turnip. The captain went out a few days later, despite his intense hatred of turnip, and also came up empty handed.
Our Christmas dinner, shared with 28 neighbours and friends, was a great success, despite the lack of turnip and I was very thankful to have Lisa’s help.
Lisa got to know even more of our friends and we enjoyed visiting all our local hot spots and enjoyed a trip up to Las Sirenas, also known as “Asylum,” but mostly referred to as “Jimmy’s place,” up in Camp Bay, almost as far east as the road goes, with “road” being a loose term.
The three weeks flew by and before long, it was time to make the return trip to the airport, not nearly as exciting as the trip down, three weeks before, but it warmed my heart when Lisa told me that she had “the best vacation of her life.”