Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Fall 2012 – Grenada

(Technically, it was fall when I visited Trinidad, but I got confused because everything still felt like summer to me. Whoops.)

My stay in Grenada wasn't as eventful as my few hours in Trinidad only because I didn't participate in any of the tours that were taking place; and my reason for this was because I couldn't possibly part with the beach.

We stayed at the Grenada Grand Beach Resort, which is only 10 minutes away from the airport, and for the next two days, I did absolutely nothing. Actually I did do one thing; I pretended. I pretended that I was a rich person and that the Grenada Grand Beach Resort was my home and that this was my regular everyday life.

Every morning, I woke up to an amazing view of the beach. 

I rolled out of bed, barely got dressed (You don’t need much clothing because it’s so hot! I love it!) and stumbled sleepily downstairs where I was served breakfast.

When breakfast was finished, I went back upstairs to change into my beachwear in preparation for a really hard, exhausting day of relaxation.

As you can see, the beach is beautiful, the ocean water was nice and warm and the best part was that besides myself and a few others, the beach was practically empty. Well, except for the ‘beach salesmen’. I’ll get to that later.

When my stomach was ready for food again, I took a walk on the beach to Ali Baba for some really good Mediterranean food. I know, Mediterranean food in Grenada. I should have been trying to find the best of the local Grenadian dishes, but Ali Baba was a convenient walk from the resort and everything I consumed at this place was so freaking delicious! They served the best hummus I have ever had and because Grenada is known for its spices (particularly nutmeg) my tropical rum drinks were topped off with nutmeg sprinkles.

After returning back to the resort, I picked up where I left off by continuing my beach laziness.

The only bad thing about the beach was the locals trying to make money off us tourists with sales of trinkets and reflexology massages. I understand that this is probably the only way that these people make their money, but it was a little annoying to be sitting on the beach and literally (LITERALLY!) every 5-10 minutes someone would be trying to talk you into buying something from them. And they won’t take no for an answer. I definitely didn't want a strange man rubbing me anywhere while I was in my bikini, Shooo… So after an overwhelming amount of offers for massages, we fled to one of the pools on the hotel grounds, where Patrick or Charley (Yes, we knew their names…) could not reach us. And we stayed there until it was time for dinner.

And then the next day, I repeated this day until it was time for me to leave and I had to stop pretending that this was my life. Sigh…

I wish I could say more about my trip to Grenada, but I really didn’t do much else besides sit on the beach and eat. And I have to say I loved and enjoyed each and every second of it.

~Louise C.

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