island sunshine
It's 52 degrees right now in Albany. The wind is rushing by my window, pushing dark grey clouds over the sky.
However, according to Weather.com, it's 82 degrees in Grenada.
Ah, Grenada. The little Carribean island Eric and I visited last year when our good friend Meg was living down there. We had a fantabulous time, and I never did share all of our stories from the trip.
In an effort to recall a little bit of the sunshine and magic and fun we had on that vacation almost exactly one year ago, today I'm leaving you with a few photos that I never posted last year, and tomorrow... I'll tell you all about Fish Friday.
Looking out at the sea from a hillside not far from Meg's house.
My feet on the gorgeous black sand beach. Notice how the paint is all peeled off my toenails? Bug spray did that. But the bug spray was necessary, believe me.
These are cows. Just wandering around near the college being cows. Pretty much all of Grenada seemed to be free-range, livestock-wise.
And this is Eric and I next to the boat we cruised around Grenada on.Meg arranged for us and a group of other friends to take a cruise on this boat, where we lounged around in the sunshine, skimmed across the waves, and were served free, delicious, sweet and spicy rum punch. We snorkeled, we sailed, we eventually landed on a tiny island where a crew had a barbecue lunch all prepared for us, and then we sailed back. It was a dream, I tell you.
Maybe if I close my eyes and slather on some sunscreen, the scent will transport me back there, and I can pretend I'm on the beach, and Eric is lying next to me, and I have no responsibilities, and pretty soon we'll be eating fish and plantains and drinking more rum punch for dinner. Oh, and passionfruit smoothies. I'd like a passionfruit smoothie for dessert.
A girl can dream, can't she?
1 comments:
Are those Fred Meyer flip flops I spy?! I have the same ones I think!
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