One Particular Harbor

Finding our rhythm in Grenada, one lazy morning, one historic breakfast, and one beach at a time.

What's the best thing about beautiful Caribbean islands? Is the candy beaches? The food? The culture? The people?

Nope.

When you're parents to a combined 4 teenagers, the best thing is sleeping late into the morning, in our case almost to 8 am. And folks, it was GLORIOUS. Well, it was glorious for me, less so for Amy who had to deal with my snoring, which I'm certain was reminiscent of a songbird.

Our plan was to settle in and take it easy today. I rose quickly, ready for a meal, while she made her way down for Pilates, which is apparently an exercise routine named after the guy who killed Jesus. Or something. I just know there's a lot of stretching.

I made my way to the breakfast area here at Calabash, where I got my second history lesson of the island, this time on a plate. Breakfast was something called saltfish souse, which is flaked dried cod mixed with onions and peppers and served with pickled cucumbers and onions. It has its roots in darker days, when slaveowners looked to cheap foods to feed the human beings they kept in bondage. One of these was cured fish from the North Atlantic. It actually speaks to the focus on sugar, spices, and other products that plantation owners actually imported fish to an island. But they did. Of course the folks here in Grenada eventually put their own spin on the dish and now it is a bit of a source of cultural pride on the island. It was served with a really dense sort of biscuit, which I assume also had its roots in the 17th century, since getting the maximum amount of calories into bodies was paramount. Today, it was on my plate as a sign of welcome, and I really enjoyed it. I'll have it again if I can.

I met up with Amy after breakfast and we left for Grand Anse Beach, one of the jewels of the island. It's long and filled with the kind of crystal clear water people dream about so we jumped in and frolicked. I think we frolicked. We're both almost 50. Perhaps we just waded. I can't remember. Again, almost 50.

Grand Anse Beach, courtesy islandinclusiveresorts.com

We made our way back to Calabash where we tried to play shuffleboard. We didn't really know how, so we decided that the most American thing we could do would be to make up the rules as we went and then declare ourselves the winners. Obviously.

Night fell and we were treated to yet another tremendous meal here. Here's a fun thing- the whole staff apparently reads this substack now, so HI GUYS!!! 👋 😊

But I say this because everyone brought it up and that made me smile. I had this really great burrata (apparently I like tomatoes now) and a slow cooked braised short rib. Amy had tofu and I'm wondering how this woman loves my carnivorous tendencies.

Today was a needed quiet day as we settled into our week here. We're loving Grenada so far. Big day planned tomorrow so I'll leave you with a few uncaptioned photos from the day.

See ya soon.

Jason