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How to Get to Honduras in 25 Easy Steps

I mentioned we went to Honduras as a family.  This is part of a month long mid-life crisis my husband is having while turning 40.

He loves scuba diving.  So he chose to take our family to Utila, Honduras where we could snorkel and scuba all day.

He did a great job researching the little resort we stayed at.

He did not pay much attention to how we would get there, however.

So we arrived in Honduras on a nice commercial airline.  Then we were met by a pilot of a smaller plane so that we could fly to the island of Utila.  On the website, the airplanes looked like small jets.  When we got to our airplane, it was a 6 seater.  Without room for a flight attendant.

We sat in a nice waiting area while they crammed our things into this plane.  We were a family of five with four carry-ons and backpacks and one bag full of scuba gear.  Maybe we had five carry-ons and one had snorkel stuff.  I dunno.  But we didn’t have tons of stuff.  We did have enough stuff to worry the pilot about taking off.

I also worried the pilot.  He told me that he would love to have me sit next to him, but women get nervous and grab the controls.  I laughed thinking he was kidding.  He wasn’t.

So I sat backwards for the 45 minute flight across water.  There was no air conditioning and we were dressed for cold airplanes.  We sweated buckets back there.

We finally landed and we got into a minivan with the steering wheel on the left.  Utila used to be part of the British Commonwealth so we figured they drove on the left.  But then our driver drove in the middle of the road and would move to the right when a motorcycle came toward us.  So only our car was different.

And there was only one road on the island.  That’s why there aren’t many cars.  There are 3 wheeled taxis and motorcycles and four wheelers.  That’s it.

And there was no road to our resort.

So the van dropped us off at a boat.  By this time I was questioning where exactly we were going.  Kevin didn’t know.  I was glad I was taking Spanish and could easily converse with everyone about their curly, blonde hair.

(Most everyone on Utila is bilingual, we found out.  Just not anyone driving us anywhere that day.)

We were taken across an inlet and ended up at the resort.

To recap: Commercial airline, 6 seater airplane, van, and a boat.  (Not to mention the three vans we had to take from our hotel to the airport then to the international section of the airport.  This trip was about traveling.)

If you scuba dive, I highly recommend Utila.  It was a nice place to go and we met some great people from New York City and Australia.  But bring steroid itching cream.  Because those sand fleas will eat you alive.

This is after 2 weeks

This is after 2 weeks

This is how I tried to hide them.

This is how I tried to hide them.

How You Know You are Over Your Head.

I’ve been talking a lot about training for a mini-triathlon.  I’ve been nervous but I figured that if I trained, all would be well.  And although I don’t actually know how to swim, I’m learning.  I was feeling very proud of myself.  Because I can ride a bike and run.

And then I bought a used road bike.

I haven’t had a road bike since the Sears 10 speed I got when I was 16.  There were two brake handles and the gear shifters were levers.  I rode it everywhere.

My bike was blue. Racer blue. This is from bikejournal.com

Then in college I got a mountain bike and didn’t look back.  Until Saturday.

I bought the bike, brought it home, took it out of the car and tried to stand it up with it’s kick stand.  Racing bikes don’t have kick stands.  No problem.  I put my feet on the peddles which were smaller than I remember and started to ride.  Then I noticed there were no gear shifters where they should be.  (FYI learn this BEFORE the hill.)  The gear shifters are now the breaks which you will find out if you are nervous and unsteady and press the brake levers to the side and shift up instead of break.

I got home after figuring out my bike and sat down, discouraged.  I thought I’d had bike riding down.

But I guess it’s good for your kids to reverse positions and have them on the sidelines cheering “You made it to the end of the block without falling Mom.  You’re doing so good.  You CAN ride a bike.  Try to the end of the street this time.”

Crisis from my 20’s

I’m still planning my crisis.  What I’m thinking is to do things I did when I was in my 20’s to help me be grateful I am no longer in my 20’s.

I have ruled a few things out, however.

  1. Bathing in a lake at Glacier National Park.  (Skylee and I learned that Global Warming may be melting the glacier, but it is not actually WARMING the water.)
  2. Meeting a bartender named Lash and giving him my number.  (I have nothing to add.)
  3. Living across the street from a topless bar.
  4. Getting three degrees and staying unemployable.
  5. Shotgunning Sprite.  (I don’t drink beer.  Seemed like a good substitute after having just watched The Sure Thing.)

I’m gonna stop here.  I may talk myself out of having a crisis.