Out of the Blue - How Did We Get Here?

 Is it a midlife crisis? Years of the transient military life? The arrival of 3 grandbabies, in 6 months? I mean really, who can rationalize what goes through the minds of folks our age? After 45, our give a shit factor went right out the window and we started living our lives on our own terms. 

We are adventurers at heart, there is no question. Neither of us have ever really lived life in a conventional manner. Probably why we are so compatible, we know how the other thinks, we appreciate it and we roll with it. 

We were super disappointed when the flights from Eastern Canada changed and no longer made our little Island home accessible affordably and on the same day. A trip home now entails 24 hours (plus) of travel each way, 2 hotel stays and packs a punch to the wallet. So naturally, when things got dusty in Roatan and the babies started arriving in Canada, it was time to rethink our longterm plan. 

Enter the grand plan to drive back to Canada. We acquired Doomie, aka - Dolly Parton, aka- Girthy Gertie awhile back and we just couldn't leave her behind. She was built to waltz her voluptuous body up over the roads and potholes of Central America.  So after lots of research, reading and planning we struck out on our next big adventure. If you have read this far, feel free to roll your eyes and wonder wtf are they doing....we do it regularly.  

Doomie, aka - Dolly Parton, aka-Girth Gertie

Last night we drove sweet Dolly over to the port, where she boarded a barge and spent the night sailing across to La Ceiba. We are pretty certain she had a man spend the night, nestled in her comfy reclining seat, but alas, we all get lonely and she was fresh as a daisy when we picked her up this morning. Our Ferry crossing was a little less romantic and a lot more wavy. 

We left La Ceiba at 8:30 am and moved our way through to Tela, where Steph bought a ham sandwich from a roadside tienda. If you know me, you know I am pretty cautionary with roadside food. We continued our travel and ended up seeing a clown who looked like he needed a bite. Don't judge me, I am sure he was fine after the sandwich. San Pedro Sula was a quick drive around and not nearly as busy as I expected, we timed it well.  Tucked into a sleepy little hotel, about an hour from Guatemala, for the night. 

Dude was happy for a ham sammie

Until tomorrow, 

Gigi