Like parents everywhere, we were up early on Christmas morning. Pitch black outside. Kids get stockings to open while the coffee brews, and once the first cups are poured the main event can begin.
The kids got everything on their three-wish lists from Santa, and an extra or two from us.
Homemade kid gifts. The best kind.
Quiet gray morning in Roatan. After the Christmas morning excitement wore down the kids got to work playing with their new stuff and I hopped online to check the weather.
Lowe has been telling us he wants to design computer games, so we figured it was probably time to actually get him a computer. A decade ago everyone wanted their kids to be doctors, now I’d be thrilled to have a coder/computer whiz in the family instead. Every family needs one person to take charge of managing all the electronic devices in the house, and I’m a little tired of being that person. Ouest got the same laptop.
The weather check suddenly showed a short window to get to the Cayman Islands, our next destination. The prevailing winds are straight out of the NE, which is the direction we need to go to get there, so when a window opened up making this passage possible, we had to jump at the chance. That meant moving over to the island of Guanaja about 30 miles away on Christmas afternoon to prepare to leave the next day on the 350 mile passage to the Caymans.
And with that, Christmas is over.
Is my boy showing signs of rebellion? Lowe wearing a watch and carrying a briefcase—two things I’ve studiously avoided for nearly twenty years now.
Someone was up too early Christmas morning. Combine that with sun and a gently rocking boat and you’ve got yourself a nap.
We had planned to spend some time in Guanaja. It’s an interesting place. There is a big island that sits mostly uninhabited, while everyone crams onto a tiny island a few hundred yards offshore. Word is it’s because the sandflies on the main island are so horrendous. The tiny island where they all live has no cars, just a bunch of narrow sidewalks squeezing haphazardly between homes. And from the looks of it, once the island land ran out, they just kept building straight out on stilts.
Diving hotel built up on a tiny islet too.
Flying around the Guanaja anchorage.
Sunset on another great Christmas, happy that Santa finds us wherever we are.
10 Comments on “Island Christmas”
A few of those pictures reminded me of stiltsville off of Miami. Happy New Year!
Us too.
Sun, and a gently rocking boat. Sounds like a great way to spend Christmas to me!
Agree. I should have joined her.
My mother Mildred made your kids Christmas stockings.
Makes me happy to think they travel the world with you. Gotta say that I love the drone pictures.
Hi Jacquie, hope you had a Merry Christmas. And yes your mother was very thoughtful to us and our kids. We will miss that neighborhood now that Linda has moved south. Fond memories.
Hi All & a Happy New Year to all of the crew of Bumfuzzle,
Just a note to say that with Lowe starting out with the computer, briefcase & wearing a watch, it appears he’s on the right track to that “software” engineer…….
Thanks, Peter – Happy New Year to you. The things that get in kids minds – now Ouest wants a briefcase too! They crack me up.
My 6yo loves making stuff up with scratch.mit.edu
Happy coding!
Thanks, will look into it. Happy 2020!