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Roatan, Honduras


We couldn't have asked for bluer skies than the day we arrived in Roatan.  This is actually the location where Johannah and I finished our SCUBA certification, and all of us have only the best memories from here.  Last time we came, it was raining cats and dogs (which makes for lower visibility in the water), so we were happy to see the sun.  We dove with the biggest outfit on the island, Anthony's Key.  If John could have the SCUBA fairy grant him one wish, he would come back here and stay for a week, or two.  It's his favorite place, by far.

I always love to see the surprised looks on the dive masters' faces when they ask Glo how many dives she's done.  They're glad to hear that she has some experience under her weight belt, and after they see her in the water for the first dive, all their worries fade.

Unfortunately, the flash on my camera was on the entire time, so the colors aren't perfect in these pictures.  However, they are still great memories.  In the end, we bought the video that the diving place made for us.  We were in it so much, and we wanted to be able to show people exactly what it's like in the water (hoping that we can convince other friends to come dive with us).  If you come to our house, we'll gladly show it to you!  In the meantime, here's a video I took:



Getting ready to leave the ship

Gorgeous weather, gorgeous water, gorgeous people :-)


We saw three turtles on this dive!




A scorpion fish.  Can you even see it?  It looks like a piece of coral.

Ethan was dreaming of his "Lion Fish Ceviche" from Grand Cayman when he saw this bad boy...

It's crazy to see the turtles, resting on the ocean floor.


Cutie Glo!

This is a very poor photo of a frog fish.  It was the first one we had ever seen.

A spotted Eagle ray.  Very, VERY cool!


The Caribbean lobsters look very different from the typical Maine lobster.


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