Our last full day in Guanaja. After breakfast the gang went down to the dock where Grandma was cutting off the outside of 4 coconuts. I think she had done that before. She was using a meat cleaver. They grate the coconut then add water and flour to it along with spices. Then you strain it and that is what will be used to cook the crabs in. Then she started working on the crabs. They were washed and cut in two. Washed again in lemon water. The lemon gets off the yucky stuff on the crabs. Bev got to help clean the crabs. Marta had already been cooking the iguana. Bev also helped grate the coconut and watch the ladies cook. After the iguana was cooked, Grandma gave us a piece to try. After the crabs were cooked she showed us how to crack and eat them. So at lunch we had iguana (which is a delicacy and very expensive on Guanaja), fried chicken, and crab legs with rice and plantains. Around 4:00 pm grandma, Brenda, Michelle, and a girl that worked for them named Ingrid had to go home to Mich. We road in the boat with them to take them home. Bo said we will walk around for about an hour. After we saw where Grandma and the girls lived, we had about an hour to explore so we began to ask around about Richard Hurlston. This is the guy we met 3 times in the matter of about 1 hour 2 years ago. We asked a man if he knew English and then asked if he knew Richard and where he lived. He said follow this road up a hill and then go right and up the hill and his house will be on your left. It is a yellow house and you can’t miss it. Can you believe – he could have lived anywhere in the 5 towns along that road, but no, he lived up the hill from where we dropped off Grandma and the girls. Even better, he was at home and we got to talk to him. We enjoyed our visit even though it lasted only about 15 minutes. We gave him John’s cell number and really hope he calls. He seemed depressed about the state that Guanaja was in especially the economy and the education that the children were getting. Of all the places we could have docked the boat and we were so close to Richard’s house – God is good. We walked back to the dock and Captain Bo got there about 30 minutes late. We are definitely on island time. John informed Bo our flight was scheduled to leave at 10:00 am in the morning. So John asked, “What time should we be at the boat to head to the airport?” His response was 9:30, maybe 9:45 am – Really! We are now both at the room and packing up to fly to Roatan (medications and all).