It's hard to believe that almost four months have passed since we landed on this exotic island. I vividly remember racing along the winding roads in a taxi that first day- our bags strewn across my lap. My hopes strewn across my heart. Roatan was more than a place. It was the staging point for a dream. It was more than a destination. It was a turning point in a life burning bright. It was more than sand and sea. It was a cocoon for everything we deemed daring, adventurous and brave. This place - these people - became a catalyst for our life less ordinary.
And now, in the plain fashion that it always has, time ticks on. The hour of our departure looms. There is much to be said about what we have learnt and who we have become in this diving mecca, but words just seem to fall short. There are so many things we need to say, and yet, this comfortable silence seems understood. This etheral place shines with the secret knowledge that it houses something magnificent. It's almost as though God presents His finest showings in every dive...in every sunset...in every wave that breaks the shore. We are blessed to have seen it firsthand.
There is more adventure ahead. Although this is an ending, it isn't the end. We leave for Houston on Christmas Eve and then for South Africa on Dec. 26th. Contact will be limited until we arrive on the 28th (our computer is also broken). We hope you all have a wonderful Christmas season! God bless all of you.
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