Nutella, Bread, and Pasta

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Dan here today.  Beth and I just got back from a quick trip to Roatan, a small island off the coast of Honduras.  The trip was ostensibly for a triathlon that I was competing in, but unfortunately the race did not go so well.  On the plus side, we spent three days lounging on a beautiful beach in the Caribbean while Denver was covered with snow.  We even went snorkeling, although our adventure was cut short when we encountered a coral reef and Beth discovered that she is afraid of fish and other small sea creatures. 

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On the minus side, the food was terrible.  We stayed at an all-inclusive resort, so we probably should have seen it coming.  Still, we were both unpleasantly surprised when we arrived the first day right before the restaurant ended lunch service and discovered that everything was laid out buffet style and had been sitting there for a couple of hours.  Additionally, a substantial portion of the buffet was devoted to unidentifiable objects which, if investigated closely, might have turned out to be food.  I decided not to investigate and grabbed a bit of stale pasta, a sad-looking chicken leg and a couple of rolls.  Dinner was a little better, since at least the pasta was fresh, but the chicken legs from lunch made a reappearance in the form of kebabs.  I discovered this after I started to eat one and encountered part of a chicken leg bone in one of the meat chunks.  I subsequently investigated the other chunks and determined that at least two were mostly bone.  I decided not to go back for seconds.

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The next day was more of the same, although we also had Frisbee pancakes for breakfast.  (For the uninitiated, a Frisbee pancake is a pancake that is stiff enough to be more useful as a Frisbee than as a pancake).  At this point, we realized we were going to have to look for some supplemental food options if we didn’t want to spend the next three days eating only pasta.  The day before we had noticed a place on the beach that had advertised itself as the number 1 restaurant in Roatan, according to TripAdvisor.  Unfortunately, when we went back the next day, we saw this:

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That’s right, it had dropped two places in less than a day.  We decided this was a bad omen, so we went off in search of a grocery store instead.  The part of the island we were staying on was mostly devoted to resorts, so I wasn’t optimistic we would find one, but we were in luck.  There was a small deli on the main road that sold a few grocery-type items.  I grabbed a couple of loaves of bread and two jars of Nutella, and we were saved!  For the rest of the trip, we lived on bread, nutella, and pasta – the breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions.  At least the scenery was beautiful.