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Sandy Cay Magic

Sandy Cay

HONDURAS | Tuesday, 26 May 2015 | Views [86] | Scholarship Entry

Our lives would forever change with the discovery of Sandy Cay. Seeking someplace different and romantic, my partner and I took a catamaran from Roatan (an island off the coast of Honduras) to Utila. At a dock behind Bush’s Grocery Store we met Barry. Barry introduced himself with an odd Spanish-Caribbean drawl then whisked us off in his little boat to the perfect and isolated Sandy Cay island.
After the grand tour of the airy, glass cottage and learning to work the mini windmill which powered the house, Barry wished us a happy few days and left us in solitude. We were literally stranded on a desert island!
We spent the next few days soaking up the island life. We snorkelled around the perimeter of the island, lazed in the hammocks, cooked our pathetic grocery store meals, basked in the sand and sun, watched two crabs wrestle, and played cards.
One of my favourite past times on the island was reading through the book of Sandy Cay that I had discovered on a shelf in the house. It was here that everyone who visited Sandy Cay recorded their stories of their time on the island. After reading the entries I felt like I had been on vacation with people from all over the world and I could relate to their attachment of the tranquility of Sandy Cay.
The days on the island flew by. On the last night of our stay at Sandy Cay we decided to watch the sun set on the beach. I had prepared a message in the sand earlier that afternoon, but half of it washed away. I went ahead anyway. I got down on one knee, looked my loving, patient, and loyal partner in the eyes, and asked him for his hand in marriage. After a few tears (admittedly from both of us) he said yes and we embraced as a single silhouette in the melting orange sun.
As future husband and wife, we walked hand in hand back up to our humble wooden house. We slept with the doors wide open that night, as if to be closer to the natural night sky.
At 5:30 the next morning Barry picked us up to bring us back to Utila, and eventually the bustling island of Roatan. We never had a chance to write in the Sandy Cay book and tell the story of our perfect engagement. We never had the chance to tell the future visitors of Sandy Cay just what sort of mysterious magic could take place on the island. Which is why I write to you now; to let you know, if you ever visit the tiny island of Sandy Cay you will be visiting the most special place in my memory. The place, where my happiness, with my now husband, all began.

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