Caffeine Recon

I’m back!  Reporting again after the short hiatus I took while my sister was here to visit.  I deposited her back at the airport Monday, sadly, and have used the last couple of days to detox (my liver) and sink back into my normal routine.  I started my day with a green smoothie (more to come at a later date about smoothies, accountability and discipline) and decided to forgo coffee.  Now I’m sitting here with the same screaming headache that developed around lunchtime, that is, no doubt a result of failure to jumpstart my day with a jolt of caffeine.  I won’t make that mistake tomorrow.  Mornings are rough enough for me.  I’m just not a morning person!  On average, I’d say it takes me roughly 9 hours to wake up and start to feel normal.  Lol.  I should pause here to apologize to my co-workers that must endure me during my wake up period, but I won’t.  I’m note mean, I’m just a night owl.

“Auntie Visit” aftermath

Enough about me.  Let’s move on to today’s island report.  I was driving out this evening to pick my daughter up from her boyfriend’s house.  It was close to 6:30pm, so easily dusk.  The early setting sun is something else I’m still getting used to.  When it sets early, it rises even earlier!  Anyway, the evening may be my least favorite time of day to drive on the island.  Two-lane winding roads, drivers that genuinely do not know how to drive and many vehicles (and I use the term “vehicle” loosely…if it rolls, they will put it on the road) without lights.  As in NO lights.  No headlights, no driving lights, no brake lights, no turn signals.  (I’ll give a lesson on island turn signals another day.)  Add to this mayhem, the number of people riding bicycles and walking on the sides of the road and it’s almost stressful.  No one pays attention and they seem completely un-phased by oncoming vehicles.  The stray dogs do a better job of watching the traffic than most of the people do!  What’s happened to natural selection or culling of the herd? Not that I’d wish anyone to be smeared on the road, but I’m genuinely shocked by the low number of accidents that take place.  Forget the mode of transportation, I could write an entire blog about Honduran ingenuity alone!  I’m here to tell you, these people are survivors.  I say that with a bit of admiration.  When something needs to be done, they get it done.  They are not restricted by the silly rules and over-regulated processes that we are subjected to in the U.S.  Safety?  Who needs it when you’re getting paid $50 to trim the top off of a 30-foot tree with a machete?

Roatan tree trimming

So, back to my drive.  As I made an island style maneuver (I’m learning) around some douche bag  – sorry, that’s as clean as my potty mouth gets – in a flatbed truck that decided to hit his brakes and whip over to the side of the road (though be it not ALL the way over) to talk to his buddy, I noticed a small boy walking alone.  This is not uncommon, but what made me give notice was what he had hoisted over his shoulder.  Now, keep in mind, when I say small, not only do I mean wiry, but at tops 6 years old.  Before I continue, I feel I should probably preface this by saying that my sense of humor can sometimes be taken the wrong way.  I am not an uncaring person.  However, I am learning that if you don’t find humor in the oddities that cross your path every day while living on a third world island, that you could probably very easily succumb to depression over the poverty.  When, the truth of the matter is, a lot of the locals don’t know what they’re missing as this is the only life they’ve been exposed to.  Simplicity.  Something we could all learn to embrace and appreciate a bit more I think.

Sometimes the pinball in my brain needs redirecting while I tell stories.  I’d like to blame it on my quick wit, but it’s really just an inability to focus. Now, back to the boy on the side of the road. This wiry little boy was trudging up a hill, at DUSK with a 3-liter of Coca Cola hoisted over his shoulder that probably weighed more than he did.  So many directions I can go here.  First, do people still buy 3-liters??  If so, who needs that much sugar and caffeine that late in the evening?  Was this kid sent out to buy a caffeine jolt before he headed out to his after-school job on the nightshift? Or was he simply deployed to run an errand by his mother? I‘ve mentioned that I have a teenager, right?  I’ve actually been blessed with an incredible girl, but she still has “teenage” tendencies that make me want to strangle her..although they are less and less frequent these days.  Prior to relocating, I couldn’t ask her to go check the mail without getting a look as though I’d suggested she cut off her pinky fingers.  Meanwhile, here is this kid walking alone in the dark after retrieving a 3 liter of “Diabeetus” for his family!  I wonder how often he’s sent out on the trip.  Is their tap broken? Contaminated?  Drink some water people!  Of course, I’m quick to jump to conclusions.  Must be the parent, right?  For all I know he could have been on his way home from work (seriously) and decided to treat himself to a beverage.  He can’t have beer so why not make it a 3 liter?  Regardless of the reason or circumstance, I couldn’t help but hope that he at least alternates shoulders while performing his caffeine recon missions or he will need an adjustment before he’s 10!

In conclusion, the next time you find yourself desperate for a cup of coffee, or you caffeine fix of choice, ask yourself if your young child could make it around the corner to Starbucks and back, and then adjust your parenting skills accordingly!

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