The Bay Islands of Honduras
28.03.2016 - 28.03.2016
The same soft sounds tugged at our ears the next morning and we found ourselves awake before sunrise again.
After watching the sun make a slow, quiet entrance, I tackled breakfast in the kitchen.
Fried plantains, French toast, and bacon….I was getting pretty good at this primitive cooking.
And I was so happy I had found these little Trader Joe coffee brew bags because the house didn't have a coffee maker.
Just as we were finishing up breakfast, we heard a boat motor approaching. We ran to the east dock just as a man was stepping onto it with, you guessed it, a bottle of lighter fluid and a bag filled with a couple of pounds of cleaned fresh snapper.
He only wanted $10 for the fish, the fluid, and the delivery.
This place really was paradise.
The second day passed much like the first.
The most ambitious activity of the day was slicing a cool lime to squeeze into a freshly poured cocktail. The worst calamity of the day was running out of rum.
We switched to tequila.
We snorkeled. We swam. We listened to music as we sat dreamily in lounge chairs staring at the cool, turquoise sea and wondering what the pelicans were doing. We stood on the warm wood of the dock and watched parrotfish dart on top of the shallow reef. We juggled coconuts. We looked for seashells.
We wandered over at low tide and explored the tiny little "extra" island that was connected to Little Cay by a small sandbar. We decided this was where anyone that got voted off Naked Island would have to go.
We made nachos with gooey cheese and "ground meat" and sipped salty tequila. We read for hours and took naps in the afternoon breeze.
The second day passed much like the first. We found ourselves taking on the rhythm of the ocean, speaking in languid whispers, our heart rates having dropped to just a few murmurs over comatose.
We did nothing more than watch the sun move from one side of the island to the other.
Just as it had the previous two days, sunset arrived promptly around 6:00 p.m. Matt fired up the grill to make grilled snapper and to cook up the thick smoked pork chops I had bought in case we didn’t get any fish. I figured we could eat them for breakfast.
I used the other half of the snapper to make fresh ceviche. I grated some cheese and sliced some fresh lettuce, tomatoes, and onions to pair with soft tortillas for grilled fish tacos.
I’m not sure if it was the salty fresh air, the sun dripping into the sea, the gentle lapping of the waves, or simply the peace that had settled into our bones, but the food tasted better than anything I’d had in a very long time.
We watched as the sky went from gold, to fiery orange, to soft purple then fade to black as a million stars came out to say goodnight.