Roatan, el dieciocho de marzo, 2017
So I'm back to taking Spanish lessons - the first day was 4 hours straight! My head was spinning and my eyes were crossed when Mercedes left. Unfortunately the hostel is too busy/noisy for us to find a quiet place so yesterday, day 2, I went to her house. She's living in a studio apartment at Lawson Rock. It's a gated, rich subdivision with many lots for sale with tremendous views to the Caribbean. We only studied for 3 hours - that's enough at one time!
Tonight I walked across the carreterra back to my friend Julie's tienda. She was having a party with her friends-
The music was blaring - I mean really really loud and Julie and her friend Amanda were dancing, almost grinding on each other!
Jose was just enjoying the show-
Julie has been on Roatan for 10 years, trying to make enough money to afford a house on the mainland in San Pedro Sula. She has 3 children but I only met Maria, her youngest-
Beer is cheap - $1.42 and I get to practice speaking Spanish while there.
Even though it was Saint Patrick's Day, green beer wasn't available in West End. I stopped at Sundowners, an expat hangout and when I asked if they had it, a man at the bar asked " Is it the 17th today?" That sort of happens after awhile.
Cooking has been going fine - tonight I had veggie burgers (I never would have thought that's something I'd ever make!), beef burgers, home cut fries and all the trimmings ready to cook when I got a text that the family wouldn't be home for supper. Oh well, they will eat it today at lunch. Tomorrow is a day off and Sunday, no cooking either! This working for a living is tough!