Omega Ecolodge has it's grips on me...

So we've moved on from Miami, thankfully. Tela really wasn't much better, as Erin elucidated. We moved straight on to the Omega Ecolodge, which is right outside of La Ceiba. We were contemplating going to Roatan or Utila, but the infestation of sandflies supposedly continues there with the painful delivery of hell's fury to our great green earth, so we opted instead with the jungle.

Remarkably, it's fairly bug free. Some bugs, sure, but nothing crazy. I did see a 4 foot coral snake crossing my path, but couldn't think of any old wives' tales about crossing my heart or touching iron or throwing salt over my shoulder, so I didn't do anything in particular aside from screaming like a little girl. Don't worry, there was no lost pride because no one else was around to hear. I can continue to hold my head high.

This morning we went on a walk up the river, going up, over, around and under boulders of amazing size. They were beautiful, echoing the yearly floods that come through, the smooth washed rocks and small

spits of sand smattered occasionaly in the rushing river, master and creator of the intricate designs.

We continue to hang out at this little oasis, spending our afternoons reading, playing guitar, trying our hands at cards, and just generally biding our time in a pleasant way.

And Cecilia, after 6 years of asking repeatedly, I have finally finished a song for you. It's is both epic and personal, moving yet touching, soothing yet inciting. I can't write it on a postcard, so you may have to wait awhile to hear it. Unless you come and visit, in which case I can then, of course, play it for you live and in person.

5 comments

Cecilia June 20, 2009

Hearing what you've finally come up with is all the more reason for me to make a trip out to see you guys, though I don't think I really needed a song to act as any type of persuasion. Oh, and by the way? I totally picture you screaming like a little girl...similar to how you screamed when you killed the mouse by the washer that one glorious day.... :P

Todd June 20, 2009

So mean! That was so long ago, my voice is so much deeper now, and man-lier! And two things in my defense: 1) a snake is not a mouse, 2) we both know Tova made me do it.

Dad June 21, 2009

It would appear that you made the right decision in leaving the land of the little flys. Better to be amoung the boulders and the river and the fish that survive below the surface. Erin walking a river and climbing rocks.......back to her natural state! Any heart shaped rocks along the path?

Aunt Cookie June 21, 2009

Scream away when you see those snakes!!

Lisa June 22, 2009

I saw a tiny spider coming down from my ceiling the other day and seriously screaming, books flew, Jackson freaked, and I swung and stomped. It was so small I couldn't step on it because of the tread on my shoes. Going to rage a mountain bike ride this afternoon. By rage I mean walk up the hard parts and down the scary parts but love it all. T-minus 10 days! How did this happen? 30 year olds are so old. Or at least that's what I thought not all that long ago. I miss you both! I got a new bedspread for Apt. 1. you'll love it.

Cecilia June 20, 2009
Hearing what you've finally come up with is all the more reason for me to make a trip out to see you guys, though I don't think I really needed a song to act as any type of persuasion. Oh, and by the way? I totally picture you screaming like a little girl...similar to how you screamed when you killed the mouse by the washer that one glorious day.... :P
Todd June 20, 2009
So mean! That was so long ago, my voice is so much deeper now, and man-lier! And two things in my defense: 1) a snake is not a mouse, 2) we both know Tova made me do it.
Dad June 21, 2009
It would appear that you made the right decision in leaving the land of the little flys. Better to be amoung the boulders and the river and the fish that survive below the surface. Erin walking a river and climbing rocks.......back to her natural state! Any heart shaped rocks along the path?
Aunt Cookie June 21, 2009
Scream away when you see those snakes!!
Lisa June 22, 2009
I saw a tiny spider coming down from my ceiling the other day and seriously screaming, books flew, Jackson freaked, and I swung and stomped. It was so small I couldn't step on it because of the tread on my shoes. Going to rage a mountain bike ride this afternoon. By rage I mean walk up the hard parts and down the scary parts but love it all. T-minus 10 days! How did this happen? 30 year olds are so old. Or at least that's what I thought not all that long ago. I miss you both! I got a new bedspread for Apt. 1. you'll love it.