We started heading North yesterday, both of us with lots of mixed feelings about what the future holds. Grenada, our last stop, was everything we hoped for. Having spent three weeks there, we rented a car and saw the whole island, from Sauteurs in the Northeast round to the beautiful Northwest coast and through the hustle bustle of St. George and the South coast.

We visited the Concord Waterfall, Seven Sisters Waterfall and Belmont Estate, a working cocoa farm with beautiful gardens and farm animals. We had the standard adventures in acquiring food, shopping at the colorful produce market in town, the fish market and the meat market (pretty scary, that one!). Shopping for food in the Caribbean Islands can be wonderful, as fresh fruit and vegetables abound, but to say that one is close to the source, close to food in its' natural state is an understatement. A machete is the tool of choice for all vendors. I bought a chicken...its' feet, complete with toenails, were stuffed inside. Fish is always cut into steaks, and just as well left whole.


Fruit and vegetables are organic and locally grown, so the expectation of the perfect, generic looking fruit will not be met. And just try to identify that fruit! Limes look like oranges, oranges look like limes. Bananas come in many varieties, some are actually vegetables, not fruit. There is Soursop (Yuk), Ugly fruit (Yum) and two varieties of Cassava, one poisonous, one not, yet both look exactly ALIKE!

It sure was hard to leave Grenada. We met interesting people, from South Africa, England and even an American or two! With beach parties every Sunday on Hog Island and live music at LePhareBleu Marina on Saturday nights, we got VERY comfortable.


There are plenty of cruisers here that never leave. They either stay, or keep a boat here and fly back home. With a very Western feel, Europeans and Americans feel very comfortable here, very safe. No reason to venture to Venezuela, where they don't like Americans, or back to St. Vincent or St. Lucia where security is an issue at times. Or to the French islands of Martinique and Guadaloupe, where language and politics can be a challenge.

But leave we must, back north to Antigua for Easter and to work our way back to the Chesapeake for some time with family and friends before heading off next Fall for ports yet unknown...