I was born in a little island in the Caribbean called Grenada. I was born at 9:00 am on a Carnival Tuesday. While people were jumping up in the street, my mother was busy pushing me out into the world. Up to this day she tells me that she was not happy about that: she missed Carnival because of me.
Shortly after my birth in the Isle of Spice, we returned to Venezuela, the place where I grew up. I was never especially fond of Caracas, a bustling and noisy city filled with crazy people.
We looked forward to our trips to Grenada, we visited two or three times a year. We had a house there that had a fantastic view, a view that I took for granted because I thought it was normal to wake up in the morning and see the ocean and the town of St. George’s at my feet.
Grenada is a Caribbean country encompassing a main island, also called Grenada, and 6 smaller surrounding islands, including Carriacou. Also called the “Spice Isle,” the hilly main island is home to several nutmeg plantations. It’s also site of the capital, St. George’s, whose multi-colored houses, Georgian buildings and early-18th-century Fort George overlook Carenage Harbour. To the south is Grand Anse Beach, my favorite beach, teeming with resorts and bars.
As they say, “you can take me out of Grenada but you cannot take Grenada out of me”.
*All photos by Andy Johnson , except for the 2nd picture which is mine*
Video Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVjqGzADMsY