Did you ever see the movie “Close Encounters of the Third Kind?”
When I saw it (a million years ago) I found it quite humorous when the character played by Richard Dryfuss became obsessed with recreating an image of a mountain that consumed his every thought. He started sketching what he saw in his minds-eye. From there he moved on to building it out of mashed potatoes, and ultimately dug up his back yard to construct the mountain out of mud, chicken wire, and just about anything else he could find around his yard. To the complete dismay of his wife, he built it in the kitchen.
He had to understand the vision and ultimately get to this mountain.
While I never went that far…I did become obsessed with Roatan. One day, in late 2004, I was sitting at my desk (at work, in Cambridge, Ontario) when one of our Company sales-reps came in and mentioned that he was going to Roatan for a diving holiday. I had never heard of Roatan, and I’m not a diver. That should have been the end of it. But I couldn’t get the word Roatan out of my head. I started Googling every possible way to spell Roatan that I could think of.
R-O-A-T-A-N, that must be it! References to an Island in the Caribbean Sea and the quality of diving offered there started popping up. Once again I need to stress that I’m not a diver…heck, I can hardly swim. And if I’m going to be totally honest…I’m AFRAID of water. I had visited other Caribbean Islands before (enjoyed them all) but never felt the draw to them like I did to Roatan.
Once I discovered Roatan, without ever having been there, I knew that someday I would live there…I just had too!
For the next while, life carried on as usual. But every chance I got I continued to research Roatan. The exact location, the towns and villages, the people, the history. I intrigued and bored family and friends with my obsession. And then in July 2006 the most tragic event imaginable happened and for the next year I didn’t give Roatan a thought. As my soul healed, my obsession resurface…I had to go to Roatan.
Once I made it here in August 2007, I knew I had found home. The Roatan Vortex had pulled me in!
So is that the end, was getting here the culmination of my obsession, sit back and relax, I’m finished. Since moving here I have encountered (and become good friends) with many people who felt the same pull to the Island. From all over the world we have been drawn to be here. Is it just a coincidence?
I don’t think so!!!