Feb 12 – We are in super relaxed mode, as there is really not too much to do here. Ingrid makes our breakfast in the morning (we have no input on the breakfast selection, but everything is very good), we walk down to the beach to swim, have lunch in town, and then swim in the pool in the afternoon.
We bring back take-away for supper, as we just can’t consume the quantity of food that Ingrid provides, and she doesn’t seem to be open to negotiation. We asked if we could perhaps have a smaller supper, and she told us, “no, the supper is fine.” Sigh. Her meals are more expensive than the restaurant in town, and there is no ATM here. I hope our money lasts the week!
Jim got up early to capture the sunrise from our veranda Breakfast of vegetables, cheese and fry bread with nutmeg jam, enjoyed with our new friend Angela from Canada.Fresh tropical fruit every morning, most plucked from Ingrid’s garden – star fruit today!So many flowers!The road to the beach – no signs, no traffic A farm along the roadside growing cabbages in the shade of pepper plantsWe have the lovely white sand beach all to ourselves The man with the wheelbarrow rakes the seaweed off the beach every morning A person could get used to this We walked by this place, figuring it was an abandoned building. Inside was a little old lady who served us… …the best chicken curry ever!Girls walking home from schoolBoys waiting for a bus – they must live farther awayOur evening swim – the pool has a deep lap area that Jim really likes.Around sunset, a big wind blows through, roaring like a locomotive and bringing five minutes of rain. Then it is over and the calm returns. Ah, the tropics!
Feb 10 – Our apartment host picked us up at the airport, and drove us to a supermarket and ATM so we could purchase some supper and pay for our room. We found out that cash is needed here (two of our three hosts asked for pay in Eastern Caribbean dollars, worth approximately one third of a US dollar) although our research beforehand said that credit cards were widely accepted.
After a night near the airport, we prepared for our bus ride up into the hills. Our first task was to find a bus to take us into the city of St. George’s.
We asked a young man walking down the road if buses passed by here. We understand that you just put out your hand to stop a little van going in your direction. Sure enough, the young man flagged down the next van and we all hopped on.
Twenty minutes later we were in the capital city of St. George’s.
A sunrise view from our apartment The van has a driver and a conductor who collects the fare and opens the door. The goal is to squish as many folks into the van as humanly possible.St. George’s has a cruise ship terminal where we all got off the bus. There were hundreds of cruisers strolling around the waterfront.We stopped for some lunch before our onward journey. Here is our yummy fish and rice meal in St. George’s.Maurice Bishop was the Prime Minister until he was assassinated in 1983, the year the U.S. invaded Grenada. He is a hero here and the airport is named for him. Fortified, we hopped onto the next bus that will take us up to the little town of Crochu.The driver let us off on the main road, and we walked to our new home.Here are some of our neighbors!The Big Sky Lodge will be our home for a week, hosted by Ingrid, her husband Thomas and daughter SophiaHere is our cabin, with tropical flora all around. The big rock outcroppings remind us that this is a volcanic island.A lizard on your ceiling means your mosquito population will be kept under control!We have a lovely pool, complete with a goatFor our first night’s supper, Ingrid gave us each a whole fish with vegetables, salad and a huge serving of nutmeg ice cream for dessert. Delicious!
Taking Our Time 