Honduras

By Sebastian LaTorre

A Day in Roatán

I arrive in Roatán by cruise ship, stepping off the boat into warm Caribbean air and bright blue water. It’s 2010, and I’m traveling with my brother Sergio and my mom, Patricia, on a Celebrity cruise. We only have one day, so everything feels simple and focused.

The plan is snorkeling.

We spend most of the day in the water, floating above coral reefs and schools of fish, letting the current move us along. The visibility is clear, the colors sharp. It’s the kind of place where you don’t need much of an agenda. You just swim, look, and enjoy being there.

While Sergio and I snorkel, my mom goes scuba diving for the first time. Watching her gear up and disappear beneath the surface feels like its own small adventure. When she comes back up, she’s smiling, excited, completely hooked. It’s a quiet but memorable moment, seeing her try something new in a place so far from home.

Roatán feels relaxed and easy. We don’t rush. We don’t try to see everything. By the afternoon, we’re drying off in the sun, salt still on our skin, knowing we’ll be back on the ship soon.

It’s only one day, but it’s enough. Warm water, shared experiences, and the kind of memories that stick even when the visit is short.