One of the things I love most about a cruise is entering and leaving a port---judging from the spectators above, I am not the only one who enjoys this. Our first port was Roatan, Honduras. We didn't schedule any excursions because we had had a private tour there a few years ago. Click here to see our visit two years ago.
Showing posts with label Honduras. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Honduras. Show all posts
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Friday, March 18, 2011
Roatan
Blonde and blue-eyed Joanne Jones, a 5th generation Honduran of British descent.It was an interesting place with people of British, Spanish and African ancestry where the dominant religion appears to be Seventh Day Adventists and Pentecostals. Although English is spoken widely, it's a different kind of English. They call ours "Yank". When I asked why the British settled there suggesting trade, planting, piracy, Joanne said they really don't study much history about their area before independence 150 years ago. But, she suggested some British ancestors may have been prisoners taken there like in Australia. But, I'm going with piracy. . .
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Between Two Worlds
Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.
This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.
This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.