Uncommon Adventures blog

At least that’s what Rudi that banana pancake master used to say in West End here on Roatan. These days the only day that’s truly laid back any more is indeed Sunday…even though the Sun usually shines everyday.Today was no exception…it’s a family day here. I visited with friends and bumping down the island roads for an hour to visit my Uncle Chic, Auntie Andrea and their grandkids Trevor and Audrey was worth every pothole. You drive through the back barrios to get there, where the road is pretty much just an alley because everyone gets to their houses by water…which is the real road here. Past lines of girls in white dresses walking to church with their round cheeks, big smiles and café con leche skin. So, I’ve rattled past the AIDS clinic, past some rock heads, past numerous powerless houses on stilts over the water and squatters shacks to the end of the road to Chic’s house on the side of hill on Fiddler’s Bight…just in time to see and hear 13 year old Audrey her Hannah Montana impression and a darn respectable job on a couple of Taylor Swift tunes. Turns older brother Trev’s got a Les Paul in the closet and manages well with a couple of Clapton riffs…hey, you never know what you’ll find at the end of these roads. For me, its family and I’m thankful for another Sunday afternoon with them.