Lovely Caskets Sold Here

Here we are in pretty, sunny, really hot Roatan, with its teal green, bathwater warm water, palm trees, bright pink and orange flowers, and two emerald green humming birds buzzing around while I write this. I’ll have to share pictures later as the husband has taken the camera on his first deep sea dive of the day. Sometimes I feel like I married Flipper. He and his fishing pole and spear come in handy, though. Yesterday he caught a gorgeous tuna, then he and Jill whipped it up Bonefish Grill style and served it for dinner. Fantastic.

Speaking of dinner, we’re all taking turns making it and the other night was Chris and my turn. I know, I know. My turn. Ha. Chris cooked (penne, pesto, chicken, huge dollops of Ricotta cheese mushed all around. Heaven.), I made the table look pretty and poured wine, and Don set his camera up on a ten second timer so he could get this picture of all of us.


Quite the crew, no? Let me tell you, we can eat! It’s our turn again tonight, and Chris is, I mean, we are, making burgers and brats, and cornbread and salad. My role is to chill the wine, test it, and test it some more. Roger that!

Just to catch you up, we arrived in Roatan late yesterday. It took us two tries and, ultimately, twelve cold, rainy, choppy hours to go from Placencia to Utila, twelve hours I spent trying not to be sick and reading, reading, reading.  DSCN0223

Utila, as it turns out, is a pit. Stray dogs, poverty, the opportunity to at any moment be killed by a screaming ATV or moped or teeming garbage truck. It saddened me, made me grateful for my life, and frankly, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. We did happen upon some funny signs. One said “All Americans Must Be Accompanied By An Adult,” and the other, well, hopefully you can read it in the silly picture below.

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“Lovely Caskets Are Sold Here Also Cheaper Coffins All With Their Straps

I’m telling you, Utila is a deathtrap. But when you die, no worries. They’ve got big bargains on coffins. And please do get me one with all the straps.

We all felt the same way about Utila, so we sailed to Roatan yesterday afternoon. Like I said, it’s beautiful and I’ll happily show you photos once I steal the camera from Chris (who’s still out doing his Jacques Cousteau thing). I’ve been sitting with Jill and Don and Non-Paul for hours now at Cafe Escondido, so if you ever come to the Bay Islands, please pay them a visit. The sandwiches are delicious, the iced coffee refreshing, and the WiFi plentiful. They’re also really patient and don’t seem to care that we’ve been camped out here since sunrise.

Time to get up, take a stroll, a swim, and do a little  (more) sunbathing. I come home Monday, but I hope to write again tomorrow. I’m going to miss Roatan, my new friends on DragonFly, and my husband. Chris will stay with the boat until it reaches San Blas, Panama, but I need to return early.  Love you, handsome, for figuring out how I could come along for a few days. It hasn’t been easy – I’m an awful sailor and being seasick stinks – but it’s totally been worth it. What an experience.

Until tomorrow then!


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Chris and Susan’s (next) excellent adventure?

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Dear Sea Mercy Crew Applicant,

Thank you for registering with Sea Mercy as a crew member for Dragonfly during its transit to Tonga. To be considered for a particular leg, please complete this next step in your adventure….

Ever sailed a 65′ catamaran from Belize to San Blas, Panama? Me neither. Ever spend 28 days at sea, sailing 900 miles to bring a 65′ catamaran that’s been outfitted as a Floating Health Care Clinic from Belize to San Blas, Panama? Nope, not me. Ever think you’d want to? No, I can’t say the thought ever crossed my mind.

That is, of course, until the Sea Mercy and Dragonfly folks invited Chris to crew on the boat and he said, “Yes, but only if my Lovely can come along!” Let’s see. My husband’s been sailing for more than twenty years, has his captain’s license, and can do amazing things like get us safely to port when lightning knocks out the navigation system. I am qualified to hold towels, dispense sunblock, and pour rum and fruit juice. For some reason they want me anyway. The application I’m filling out this morning is a formality. They want Chris, so I get to go, too. Yippee!! I think…

If everything goes as planned, we’ll be joining the Dragonfly on the second leg of it’s journey from Florida to Tonga. There are six legs altogether, and we picked the second one so as not to interfere with Cuyler’s rugby schedule. Nice of me to remember I have kids, no? Fear not; they will be well taken care of and overseen while we’re away. And besides, we can Skype so I can see them and say things like “You need a haircut, honey,” and “No, that’s not a zit. It’s dirt. Wash.”

Here’s a look at where we’re going…


You can read all about it here on the Sea Mercy website.

It’ll be an adventure for sure, and it’ll be fun, and it’ll be for a very good cause. I mean, how often in my lifetime am I going to have the chance to help bring medicine and healthcare* to remote islands where there isn’t any? This could be it. And you know what else it could be? A book.

I’ll keep ya posted.


*I promise to bring other important things, too, like copies of Vogue and People, a variety of OPI nail polish colors, PEZ dispensers and plenty of refills. You know, the things people count on me for.


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