The day at the boat dock

07/28/2017 I hate having a kitchen, dishes, pots and pans, the whole works. I hate cooking, preparing any meal of any type. I hate washing dishes, drying them and putting them away. I am NOT a foodie. I’ll take a peanut butter sandwich over any fancy meal there is. There. I said it. Food prep is not my friend. I go to bed hungry most nights because I am too lazy to make anything to eat.

I wasn’t always like this. When my boys were little I made everything from scratch, even their baby food. I baked all my own bread, canned, froze, you name it, I did it myself. I even grew chamomile and made the boys tea if they had upset stomachs or were fighting sleep. It’s odd, then I really didn’t have the time but I knew, nutritionally for the boys, I needed to do it. Now I have the time and have no desire whatsoever. None. I used to eat salads all the time but I don’t even make them anymore. Too much work.

I truly am one of those people who eats to live. If I could take a pill and not have to eat, I would be so happy. PLEASE, Someone invent one. If you have eaten at my house, I like you.

DISCLAIMER: I still relentlessly save food links on FB and on Pinterest. I should change the food category on Pinterest to: Meals I’ll never cook. It goes along with all the exercise videos in: Exercises I’ll never do. I’m such a damn phony. OMG. I just saved a banana bread recipe on Pinterest and a fried pickle recipe too. WTH?

We won’t start discussing my issues.

My new friend Emilio and I finally met. He found me online (somehow) and we connected. He has started the Roatan Community Online. We have been chatting online for months. He was in Roatan awhile ago but the stars didn’t align then for us to meet. This time, we were doing TOM’S shoes and I invited him along. Emilio is an amazing photographer/videographer and she got some great photos of us fitting at the Spanish Town school. You can find his photos on IG as roatancommunity and on FB at  Take the time to look at his photos, excellent.

We met at Petrosun and set off for the day with my lovely friends, Barbara Blue, Trish Nixon and Judy Brownfield. Talk about a group of fun ladies. Shaken, not stirred.

Students waiting for shoes
This little cuties Mother was helping us fit shoes
There are homes adjacent to the fence of the school. Lots of little faces.
Barb and a student. Sorry it’s blurry, I keep the camera in my pocket and often when I pull it out, the settings get skewered. At least that’s the story I’m sticking to right now.
Isn’t she beautiful?
Old Tom’s traded for a new pair.
I had to park in a horrible spot, there was a 2′ drop off immediately in front of my L tire (parked the wrong way on the road). I saw this girl and her abuela (grandmother) sitting on the porch stoop. Note the windows and the padlock on the door. It’s a different life.

The following day I picked up another new friend who wanted to help with shoes at a store close to the school. The school was right across the road from where we met. We started setting up shoes and chairs. Right before we started passing out the shoes, Miss Peggy from Clinica Esperanza arrived with some volunteers and a family who was on vacation and wanted to help out also.

Waiting for shoes
Nidia, the force within this woman is AMAZING, she’s a whirlwind. She has lists of each child’s name, grade by grade and they are checked off as they enter for their shoes.
My sweet new friend Lynette. We’re doing a beach day Saturday!! Snorkel and float. The man to her right is a clinic volunteer. They were a nice group.
This young girl was running around the school yard. I’m not sure why she wasn’t in school. Notice the lady behind her selling snacks, and the ice cream man had just ridden his bicycle by. She twirled and danced around this tree, not a care in the world. Oh, to be so free.
One of Miss Peggy’s volunteers, I believe they were all pharmacy techs.

After we finished up with the shoes, I dropped Lynette off and came home to see my buddies. They were awaiting my arrival and barked and howled like they always do. OMG, so loud. Gringo sounds like a wolf howling at the moon.

We were graced by this the other evening, didn’t even go to the roof, this is out the living room window. The sea is beautifully illuminated.

We had Chef Carl and his boys to our house for a swim day and pizza. What nice, polite, well spoken boys they are. I really enjoyed being around them. It was nice to cook for him for a change. Most of you know him as the owner of Cal’s Cantina.

Cal enjoying the pool. They had my camera and the pics they took were all of Cal, none of Miles. Guess we know who had the camera.

It was nice to be able to really talk to Carl, he’s always so busy at the restaurant. Such a fabulous chef. I’m currently addicted to his chicken Caesar salads with a glass of Sauvignón.

We are still doing TOM’S shoes. It’s a lot of work and I give mad props to my bestie Nidia. Honestly, I don’t know how she does all that she does. Total amazement and so blessed to be a part of all the joy she brings to Roatán. She is the vision of what every woman wishes to be. Beautiful, confident, strong and capable of saving the world, if she had the time. I want to be her in my next life. But since that will never happen, I’m content to help her how ever I can. Because We Care was fortunate again to have the Live Again Ministry team down here with us, some stayed for 2 weeks.  These people are the real deal! They had a medical brigade with them, several young people, a Mother, her son and daughter and grandson. {Yes you, Honeycutt’s!} These groups have been working non-stop, day in, day out. They painted a kindergarten, they passed out shoes, they played with the kids, they checked their health situations and they gave out lots and lots of love. That’s really their biggest gift to Roatán. Plain and simple. LOVE.

Not only do they raise money so that BWC can do things for the island, they bring toys and shoes and hats and all kinds of wonderful goodies to give to the people on the island. This is my 3rd year volunteering alongside them, makes me feel very lucky.

On Monday we (Because We Care, BWC) and (Live Again Ministry, LAM) teamed up with a medical brigade with our sights set on St Helene. We were at Clifford, the Vice Mayor’s dock at 8AM, boat was to arrive 8:15.

Waterway was pretty quiet
It was hot. It was well past 8:15. It was HOURS past 8:15. Supposedly the boat left Helene late. Hours late.
It was hot. The boat never came. It broke down by Ft Morgan Caye. Ran out of gas. Two larger pangas came later on and took the medical brigade out to Helene. The boat that ran out of gas was getting filled by the boats carrying the med techs. The big boat finally came for us. It had been a long hot waiting around kind of day. It is what it is.

The whole time we waited I never heard one person complain. Sure, we were all hot and tired but we made the best of the situation and just did the only thing we could, wait.

While waiting for a boat, any boat, the kids were coming to the afternoon school. I caught this little girl jumping off the boat, her ride to school.

Just another day of school to her
Nidia watching our ride come in the channel. It motored right on past us and put on an interesting show when it attempted to turn around. Then it docked at a dock that was a few away from where we were waiting. Some time had passed before we found out the boat had a steering problem. Dang, I could have swam to Helene by now. We decided not to do shoes that day so the LAM team, Nidia and I went on home.

We decided to try to go again on Friday and when I got to the dock Crosby was already waiting. Except we needed more than 1 boat. Once the other boat arrived we loaded up and set off for Serene Helene.

Our boat had to make a stop at the new Madeyso hardware store that opened in Oak Ridge. Just another location of a store that we do a lot of business with. Nice people, nicely run store. Once we got their pipes loaded on the boat, we were on our way.

The new Madeyso, closer for Bill than the one by the airport.
If this were my house I would sleep on a raft wearing a swimsuit, mask and snorkel.
The first boat beat us to Helene so the frenzy surrounded them. There were people everywhere. Grandmothers, Mothers, Aunts, a few Rasta dudes and tons of kids.
This guy wins for longest eyelashes ever. This is the 3rd year I’ve taken photos of this cutie.
Third year for pics of Keesha (spelling?) She is a sweetheart. When we walked to the North Shore a year or 2 ago she and her mother Darla were with us. Her mother teaches on Helene but they live on Roatán. It’s a commute for the 2 of them every Friday and early Monday morning. Every day they walk over the mountain to Darla’s family. They live on the North shore of Helene (school is on the South shore). Oh good heavens, it’s simply beautiful there.
Our fitters were lucky, there were steps at the school, good level to work from.
Misty must have been showing them a game or photos. They didn’t want to leave her side.
These TOM’S were different, they are made of a “croc” like material. I think they’ll be beneficial for the kids who live out muddy roads (96%). They will be easy to keep clean.
I had 2 boxes of shoes balanced on one side while I attempted to catch this little guy. He was filling his pockets with rocks.
Symbolism is screaming right here.
The other boat. They brought some of the teachers back to Roatán.
The local boat marina
She lives is a house out over the water. It must sound lovely in her home. I think I would be lulled to sleep all day long.

So we’re on the way home and the tall guy on the boat asked where I was from. I said I lived here and was friends with Keyna and Woudsin in Helene. Everybody in Helene knows Keyna and Woudsin. I then asked if they knew Dr Perry? Perry Adelson was a well known dentist from my hometown, Williamsport. He and I met in the late 60’s. We hung out often around that time frame of our lives.

I knew Perry and Kay had land on Helene but I had no idea where it was until he was on island and took me to Helene for the day. I ended up spending the night, so beautiful there. Anyhow, these two guys could not believe that I grew up in the same town and have known Perry for 45+ years. Small world. These are my new friends Crosby and Eric.

Perry’s wife Kay, calls Crosby her son. Eric, in the white t-shirt, makes killer pizzas on Helene, no Roatán delivery though.

We had a fast ride home, a little wet but we made it in good time.

I was so exhausted from the boat ride to Helene and back, passing out shoes and keeping the flow of students going that I asked Bill if we could go to Cal’s. I came home, washed my hands and face, took off my Mermaid hat, raked a brush through my knots and said, let’s go. We had a quick meal there, after glass of wine number 2, I was almost asleep on the table. I came home, fed the dogs, showered and crashed.

I met Nidia at 11 the next morning to pick up the wash basins that we were using for the senior dinner and to order cups for Marlon’s school. The cups have been ordered and are in. I’m picking them up tomorrow after I take Barrio to ProVets and then pick up Lynette for our beach day.

Marlon is the Principal at Froylan Turcios school. This is the same school that Bill made a loooong handrail for the steep uneven concrete steps going up to the school. Marlon wants to discourage sugary drinks and unhealthy snacks for the kids. He plans to begin on Monday with natural fruit juices and washable cups. My friend Julie generously donated money to buy the coolers and I have enough of her money leftover to buy 125 reusable plastic cups. Normally the schools serve things in plastic bags and they add sugar to everything, even milk. He wants that to stop.  I applaud him for his efforts!

Marlon with his new cooler and thermos.
He wanted a photo of me too!

The senior luncheon happened but that will be in a post all by itself. It was an epic event. I was there for 9 hours, setting up, making baskets, cleaning chairs and taking photos while chatting with all the amazing people that came. I didn’t help with the serving because I tend to stay away from any situation that would allow me to spill things on people (no grip strength). This was the liveliest Senior Luncheon I’ve ever seen. Even the minister from St Helene was dancing when they played and sang to “Kick the Devil Out.” After I left there, I stopped at the fire station and gave Alexi the T-shirts and suitcase from Ryan. I was so exhausted that I kind of passed out, then made stove top stuffing for dinner and went to bed.

I was up early the next morning because I was finally getting my mermaid on again. Kelly was picking me up and we were going diving at Blue Island Divers, of course.

There were 4 divers plus the divemaster and 3 snorkelers. I didn’t take my camera, damn.

We dove Wrasse Hole, with a plethora of fish. Ernesto finds the teeny tiniest things ever, he must have absolutly perfect vision. He spotted a minute sized drum fish, a small eel in a hole, tiny little cleaner shrimp, lobsters and a fire worm. I found a brittle star in a sponge but Kelly spotted the best thing of all. A big turtle. It was on the surface with it’s head out of the water, then it ever so slowly descended, swimming past us all. We watched as it descended into the deep blue. Magnificent. That’s my first turtle sighting in Roatán in my 10 years of being here. We also saw grouper, a large permit and Kelly’s favorite fish (to eat) a hogfish. So sorry I didn’t have my camera.

It was a fabulous dive as always with my favorite dive shop. I equate going to Blue Island with Cliff or Norm going to Cheers. Some of you may not be old enough to get that reference. Where everybody knows your name.

Bill is keeping an eye on a project for a friend down by the water. The night watchie found 2 dogs chained together, running through the woods. They got caught in the barbed wire so the watchie separated them. One ran away and the other stayed. Now she is in love with the watchie. She’s warmed up to Miguel, who will be living there and he wanted a dog so hopefully this one has a happy new home. She will live down at the property. I met her this afternoon and gave her some worm meds and cleaned her ears. On Monday we’ll start her on Heartgard and some fipronil for fleas and ticks. If she sticks around I’ll take her to get spayed very soon.

They wanted to call her big ears, Bill said NO. We’re hoping she grows into them. They named her Bonnie. ??? Don’t ask, it’s Honduras.

Just a few more pics.

They were repairing the road, burning wood for a fire for the asphalt. At least the Mayor on our side tries to maintain the roads.
Bill and I ran down to the water so he could give the guys a ride home and I could clean the dog’s ears and deworm her. Isn’t she adorable?
This is the watchie, Martin Martinez. He adores this dog but can’t take her home. He rents and can’t have pets.
Looking over to our friends, Jaw and Brigitta’s former home. Our other friends bought property on the top of that hill. They will have amazing views, I wish they would hurry up and move.
Nothing more restorative than the ocean.
Just a few mangos. I came home with mangos and an almond. There are lots more almonds and mangoes down there. I want to see how long it takes for the almond to dry out and the fruit to be edible.  Alexi already got avocados from Mr John. It was a fruitful day.
Mr John’s avocados are HUGE
Avocados, bananas, mangoes and a lonely almond. All picked, not bought.

I’m wrapping this up, have to go put the clean sheets on the bed and relax. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I’ll be at the beach all day tomorrow, don’t hate me too much.


By Ledfutt

Living on an island was a life long dream of mine. In 2012 I moved to Roatan and lived there for 4 months, went back to the US, packed up our belongings and sold our house. In Oct of 2013 we moved there permanently. Our house was completed in July of 2014 and we moved in. After 6+ years, I was ready to go back to the US. I made the move in Dec of 2019 and my husband came a year later. Here we are in Arizona, waiting for our island house to sell so we can sell this place and move on. I guess I'm more like a traveling mermaid.


  1. Thank you for sharing… it’s fun seeing the great things that you do and seeing the beautiful place were you live.

    Only one more quarter of school left.

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