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I had no idea

25 Nov

Where I live, on Roatan, when I open the door to the bedroom there is an ancient termite trail etched into the floor–it’s only a couple of months old, but will be there for evermore. Perhaps scrubbing with a wire brush and a harsh chemical concoction will remove traces of it, but for me, in my minds-eye I will always see it–and that makes me happy–there was a time that I had no idea what a termite trail was, or how it may look.

More than seven years ago I heard the word Roatan, I had no idea what that was, but I was intrigued–why? I don’t know–I just was. Thanks to modern technology, I was able to Google it, which was a challenge in itself since I had no idea how to spell it. When sites started popping up describing an Island, off the coast of Honduras, nestled in the Caribbean Sea–I had found Roatan.

At that time I had a home (in suburbia Ontario, Canada), a loving husband, adult children making their own way, three amazing grandsons, a rewarding career, a two car garage, and a house full of–stuff–what more could I want.

Fast forward a year or so, family and friends had gotten very tired of hearing me talk of this Island I claimed I would be going to live on. My husband gently reminded me, while using a tone suitable for telling a two year old, no matter how hard you wish it–you will never be able to fly. He had no idea why, and tried to keep me grounded, but, he accepted what it meant to me–and encouraged my dream becoming a reality.

A year after that, I lost my beloved husband, his final words to me, “I’ll find a way to get you there.” For the next year I gave no conscious thought to Roatan, or anything for that matter. And then I came back to life and realized Roatan was patiently waiting for me. I quit my job, sold my house and all that stuff, said goodbye to my family and friends, boarded a plane and moved to Roatan.

My first encounter: stepping down a set of stairs that doubled as the door of a prop plane, to be greeted by a wall of humidity beyond anything I had ever experienced before, exiting through the only gate, to an area teeming with taxi drivers vying for my attention, followed by a drive through lush jungle, crowding the only paved road, to a village called West End. Along the way I saw: chickens scratching along the side, stray dogs, entire families on scooters, children walking along the edge of the road (no adults watching over them), land-crabs challenging each and every vehicle, and a man riding a bicycle balancing a propane tank on the handlebars.

My accommodations, at the time, I described as quaint, and now describe as typical. Honduran pine from ceiling to floor, a fan spinning in each room, no glass windows–just screens with wooden slats (that only a few of them will close), tropical print sarongs used as table cloths and wall decorations, a kitchen full of rusty utensils, a can opener that didn’t work, and ants. The bedding smelled musty, air-conditioning cost extra, and the TV worked–but everything was dubbed in Spanish.

I really had no idea why… but I had found… home!

That was almost five years ago. I settled in the community of Sandy Bay, and learned how to battle bats, got used to making the mad dash in the middle of the night to close the wooden slats as a “Nor-Easter” roared in, did the heebee-jeebee dance when a tarantula landed on my head, and marvelled every moment at the hoards of hummingbirds and butterflies greeting me when I sat on the porch.

I eventually found a place to buy coat hangers, and came to know the best place to buy pillows and Nutella was at the hardware store. I sat on a curb (of sorts) handing out melting chocolates to local children while my neighbour and I waited for the guy to take our flat tire, by taxi, to be fixed after we had finished grocery shopping and found the vehicle un-derivable.

Ants, of all sizes and varieties, iguanas, monkey lalas, gecko’s chirping and pooping in my home became my norm, as did mosquitoes, sand fleas, and ticks. I never did get used to and will always check under my pillow when I go to bed–for scorpions!

Power goes out: fill buckets from the soon to be empty pipes, forget about checking Facebook, and go read a book by candlelight.

The ATM’s are empty or broken–no shopping today.

The road is under repair, or there is a marching band blocking the only route–oh well, go hang out on the dock until it passes.

The president has been removed (in his pj’s) all Hondurans cheer, knowing that he was going to set democracy back. Watch in disbelieve as the rest of the world condemns the rightful and just actions of the Honduran Government–Learned that the world media agencies settle for nothing less than sensationalism to broadcast–making it up or abandon the story when there aren’t enough people suffering and dying to boost their ratings.

Felt the full force of a major earthquake (7.3) jarring all inhabitants of Roatan awake in the middle of the night. I watched in horrific fascination as an easel back mirror walked across my loft bedroom, while my few wine glasses smash to the floor in the kitchen below, and I couldn’t walk a straight line to escape my cabana that I was sure would collapse around me.

Spent the day shopping with friends, stepping in deep puddles, finding fresh strawberries at one of the grocery stores–bonus! Only to later wonder if I hadn’t picked through the basket of strawberries perhaps we wouldn’t have been the victims of a head on crash that should have killed us all. Time to put the medical care of Roatan through the paces; broken bones, concussions, black eyes (that would do any boxer proud) torn ligaments, whiplash, and a host of other injuries, all treated with compassion, dedication, and a strong medical knowledge–even when there was no running water in the Emergency Dept. and you had to bring your own sheets to the hospital.

Buy oranges from a street vendor, the ugliest looking fruit I’ve ever seen, cut into one and try a taste… as the perfect orange flavour bursts in my mouth, I now know what an orange should taste like, it may not be pretty, but it is real. Mangoes, bananas, sweet peppers, and carrots, from the fruit and veggie truck, rice & beans with most meals, seafood, fish, chicken, Honduran beef and pork, and coconut milk.

I had no idea that I would learn how to slow down, and enjoy each moment for what it was exactly at that moment. Standing in line for hours to complete the simplest of tasks… oh well… bring a book to read while waiting, or better yet chat with friends also waiting their turn. Have a plan to get things done in the afternoon but abandon that when the call goes out to meet friends at the beach instead.

I had no idea how many lifelong friends I would make on Roatan; we became family. Together we celebrated special occasions and the simple art of getting together–just because. Speed dial on every cell-phone guaranteed no matter what’s needed the entire community would answer the call.

I got involved with various projects and programs: Public Hospital Benefit Concert, Miss Peggy’s, Familia Saludabas, The Roatan Daycare, The French Harbour Public Library, and most recently The Roatan Vortex Breakfast Program; and learned what really matters in life–I had no idea, but quickly discovered they gave me far more than I could ever give them.

On Roatan time stands still, while things change so fast. Five years ago the Roatan Vortex© pulled me in, I had no idea what laid ahead for me, and I thank the Universe every day for the gifts bestowed on me. I discovered a passion for writing, and sharing on Roatan Radio. And the time has come for me to take those passions to a whole new level, I’ve known that for some time now, but have been afraid to move forward and act on it. Then I went to Spain… and while there I found my “Castle in the Air”, nudging me to return home. How could I leave Roatan? How could I consider moving backwards instead of forging forward?

Sitting on the balcony of my hotel room in Malaga Spain, unsure what to do, a book that I had been meaning to read for some time fell out of my suitcase when I reached in for a sweater to ward off the cooling evening. I started to read “The Alchemist” the tale of a young man who embarks on a journey, in a quest to fulfill his destiny. He travels far from home, a specific location etched in his mind where his treasure will be found. Along the route he gathers experiences, makes lifelong friends, assists those he can, and learns from those who know more than he. Only to discover–being willing to take the journey–was the treasure!

I’m not going backwards returning to Ontario. I take great pride in the journey I took to Roatan; all that I’ve learned, all the strength in myself that I could have only found here, the lifelong friends I have made, and knowing that if I choose to come here again I will be welcomed with open arms.

The time has come for me to wind down Roatan Vortex©. Just like so many things that came my way as a direct result of moving to Roatan, I have loved sharing the Roatan I have come to know and love with everyone. But I have put off concentrating on writing memoirs and novels in order to keep up with Roatan Vortex©.

The day I arrived on Roatan almost five years ago I knew no one, DJ Genevieve and Roatan Vortex© were unimaginable dreams. Now, they are a part of my reality, known by many, more than three hundred thousand people have visited the Roatan Vortex© website, and read my stories about life on Roatan at Honduras Weekly, Trip Atlas, The Latin America Travel Blogger E-Book, Hecktic Travels, Tiny Buddha, and others. Even Fodor is including a couple of roatanvortex© quotes in their 2011 Honduras & Bay Islands Gold Guide!

Thursday, December 1, is my going away party, The Roatan Vortex Reversal Party, at Infinity Bay Resort, hosted by Roatan Radio, all are welcome, even Vladislav is stopping by to see me off.

 
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I’m happy, I’m at peace, and feel confident and strong about my decisions. Will there be hurdles, of course! Will I be freezing cold and my feet hurt squishing them in shoes & boots… oh yeah! Will I miss Roatan and everything it has meant to me–with all my heart–but I also know, I’ll be bringing the most important aspects of Roatan with me to Canada.

Listen in here to the final Roatan Vortex Hour Show broadcast live November 12, 2011 on 101.1 FM Roatan Radio.

This story can also be read at Honduras Weekly; retitled, I found Roatan

13 Responses to “I had no idea”

  1. Bobbi 25. Nov, 2011 at 1:55 pm #

    WOW!!!! A whole new adventure. Everything turns out as it supposed to. Beautiful post. I wish you every happiness.

  2. Brian McGill 25. Nov, 2011 at 2:26 pm #

    We’ll miss you in February…..good luck with your new course.

  3. Norm 25. Nov, 2011 at 4:10 pm #

    Jenny, we will miss you stories of Roatan, where you were such an amazing host to us when we traveled there. We welcome you back to Canada, although as the weather gets colder here, we wonder if you are crazy! Of all the warm places we visited, Roatan was the one that stole my heart, and we can’t wait to go back for another visit.
    I applaud your courage and know you will be happy with your decision.

    Norm & Carol

  4. Connie 25. Nov, 2011 at 8:56 pm #

    Hi Genevieve, I just wanted to wish you luck in pursuing your dreams and thank you for “The Roatan Vortex” because it locked in me and my husbands decision to go to Roatan last year for Thanksgiving week. We had such an amazing time and fell in love with it. We talk about returning often and hope it is soon! ~Connie : )

  5. Karri 25. Nov, 2011 at 9:42 pm #

    Alan and I enjoyed meeting you last year and we learned a lot about Roatan from you. Good luck on your new adventure and new chapter in life! Love is a wonderful thing and I’m glad you found it…stay warm!

  6. Dayleen 26. Nov, 2011 at 7:48 am #

    I went to Roatan with my husband in 2010 for scuba diving. I loved it there! It was the perfect place for me 1) I only wore shoes/sandals 2 times in a week 2) The diving was awesome! 3) The people were fantastic! Roatan is the only place i ever cried when we left! I dream about returning…someday soon!

  7. Kelly 26. Nov, 2011 at 1:24 pm #

    WOW. Although I am sad for you that you have to leave your island paradise, I am so happy to hear that you are coming home! And, of course, to hear about your exciting new journey. I would LOVE to get together for a glass of wine when you get back home and get settled, Genny. I am a big believer in the idea that everything happens for a reason. I think Rob is looking down today with a big smile. :) Safe travels home. Hope to see you soon! XOXO

  8. Nancy van der Wegen 26. Nov, 2011 at 2:56 pm #

    Dear Genny
    How exciting to hear you are coming home. I hope we can get together when you return. I have missed your wonderful smile and have thought of our trips to Huntsville so many times. If there is anything I can do to help prepare for your return, just say the word.
    Nancy

  9. Laurie Hacker aka sis 26. Nov, 2011 at 4:07 pm #

    Hey Gen, Really enjoyed this one….As mom always use to say, each time you have a change in life it is like closing the chapter on a book and starting another…glad to be part again of your next chapter…And also glad to be welcoming you home and welcoming somebody into our family :) Lov u xo

  10. Genevieve 28. Nov, 2011 at 10:52 am #

    Thank you Everyone for your kind comments; I have saved them all, including the ones here on the website, from Facebook, and emails. I have them tacked to my desktop and glance through them regularly… guaranteed to make me smile, and to encourage me to forge forward with joyful certainty on my next life chapter!

    You have all contributed to me finding my calling to write, to explore all the world has to offer, and I will always call you my friends… lucky, lucky me.

    And as the beloved author of children’s books said: “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” -Dr. Seuss

  11. Ron 28. Nov, 2011 at 1:14 pm #

    REALLY enjoyed this one !!!! What a writer ! what a sharer !

    I’m sure you bring joy to a lot of people’s lives ; keep up the good work .

    Ron

  12. Shawnda 28. Nov, 2011 at 4:00 pm #

    Jenny, you know I will miss you tons. Roatan will not be the same without you ! I’m so happy that you have found someone to share your life with. I really hope to see you again some day……. the best of luck with your new adventure !

  13. Marina 01. Dec, 2011 at 9:07 am #

    Although I have never met you, I feel as though I know you. Thank you so much for sharing your fabulous steps through Roatan we us. I know you will be back to visit and your future will be as wonderful and adventurous as your times of the past. Enjoy your future. I look forward to reading your books, as well as your websites. Thank you for your happy and always loving attitude.
    Marina

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