Tourist Night

Being busy working, my schedule involves eating sleeping, and writing.  My social hour usually involves walking down the streets meeting new locals from dusk into the evening and connecting with people God wants me to meet. Staying at Roatan Hostel, which is a pretty small space. It was full of girls who were ready to mingle, dance, meet boys, have fun, act silly, and live life. In the beginning, a few of us did discuss renting a 4X4 and going around the island, but this didn't happen as we couldn't make our schedules work out.  When it came to Saturday, it was the last day for many who were continuing their journey.  Our hostel owner was so sweet organizing a bus for everyone to go together and she was also coming with and hanging out-this is not common for owners, but she was quite cool-seriously adored her. Everyone was going and everyone was asking if I was coming. I couldn't be the odd woman out, therefore I threw on an outfit, my gold platform shoes, makeup, scrunched up my hair, and that was it. My SF buddy and I were more interested in staying back and playing scrabble, but we decided to not be old, but live young and go out. Even if we just made a small appearance, that would definitely be okay.  

 Being one of the first ones ready(a rare occurrence), I greeted our driver, Juan Lewis, who came in all dressed up asking 50 questions. He spoke perfect English and as he grew up in the Bronx, New York. It was clear he was very proud of living there and had good knowledge of the cities and states. Now he is back in his hometown where he works as a tourist driver where he is happy with all the money he makes( go figure Roatan).

While I thought it was a girls night, one guy managed to sneak on and boy was he a 20 year old handful.
Unfortunately, the thing with hostels is they are really for young people. I'm not in my young 20s anymore rather I have grown out of that developmental stage- nothing bad about it, but would rather be around older intellectuals than those just experiencing life for the first time.

Anyways, I sat in front with the driver from Bronx New York and we were talking about going to a better place. The hostel owner chose a local place that has local people and local grinding aka dancing. El bosque was definitely on my mind and recommended by Juan Lewis. The plans were not changing. She insisted on her local place and we joked about dropping them off and going to El Bosque. I decided to just go with the flow and have some fun.

So we were driving over to the bar and Juan shouts, "Did you see that?" JL

"See what?"

"I just ran over a big boat."

Apparently I missed running over the gigantic snake. I questioned if he was sure and he responded that he knows his island. Only in Roatan- do you run over a boa and then go on just like nothing happened.
Well,we arrived at the bar and it was empty and uneventful, which triggered my "I told you so attitude." We all sat and we were talking about traveling and taking silly pictures.

          

           

I would occasionally go up to Juan where we would sit and share all of our favorite things about New York. He talked about his love for Indian girls and I talked about my love for My Moroccan. He told me to hold on to my love while I questioned the unpredictable bit. Juan had some real good life experience and knew much.  

Even though, there was a small crowd, there was not a lack of entertainment.  The young boy was quite an entertainer like myself and he gave me a break for the night. Between his dancing and his stupid questions and nonexistent logic, he pretty much was like that annoying child you love regardless.  

The dancing was seriously, as my friend Mat would say, out of control. The 20 year old was asking me to show him how to dance and I delegated that task to another person. He was the lost puppy dog of the night. When we were all dancing together, he would come over with a different guy and say, "He wants to dance with you Priscilla," and I would run away like a ten year old. It was okay dancing with the girls, but not interested in going near any man.  Usually I am embarrassed my stupid tourist dancing, but this time I just let go and let us have fun.  Juan was watching and I was smiling and calling him a voyeur. 

When the clock struck 12, it was time to go home before I turned into a pumpkin or in Island case-a coconut. One girl was leaving and I caught her while I was standing outside.  Being concerned about the price, we cut the guy down from $5 to $2.50 and off we went.  Apparently, everyone stayed out until 2 or 3.  Unfortunately, I didn't have anymore taste for the local Island flavor. I was more interested in sleep.
                

               Girls Just Want to Have Fun!

             

                 Our adorable Hostel Owner