Guanaja - What's not to Love?

Guanaja, a Bay Island paradise. I look at pictures like this and I think it is one of the most beautiful places that I have ever seen. Yes, there are skeptics ... is any place perfect?

Perhaps I have my rose colored glasses on .....

I have lived and worked in one of the wealthiest counties in Florida as a paramedic, you know, one of those people you call when the "rubber meets the road". I have seen, in my prestigious hometown, rapes, murders, child abuse, drug abuse, corruption ... not to mention people whose homes have dirt floors (that are not swept clean). I have been chased by crazy people, vomited and bled upon with contaminated fluids ... dodged bullets, wild drivers that just want to get close to the action and wrestled with patients that are just plain nuts. Sometimes it was just difficult for a girl not to loose her sense of humor!

When I look at Guanaja in the Bay Islands of Honduras, I see people, not all that much different from what I have met in Florida ... yes they are poorer, but most have a dignity about them that I admire. I have never been spat upon by a Honduran (unlike Florida), maybe I just don't hang out in the right places. It is true, that until you live somewhere you really don't see the whole picture, so I guess I need to reserve full judgment until that time.

For now, I look at Guanaja, its sugar sand beaches, crystal clear water and with the locals that have always been friendly towards me and think that maybe, someday I will live, at least part time down there.

I welcome any and all comments.