Thursday, April 8, 2026
Last full day in Grenada and so we decided to lean in on Island time. Slow morning, doing laundry, enjoying the morning rain shower, and making scrambled eggs with (almost) everything left in the fridge. No, the two beers and the peanut butter and jelly did not make it into this breakfast, but there is still time tomorrow.
We take our usual daily walk to the harbor with a secret mission to find the post office…and it remains a secret, at least to us. We decided that there really isn’t a post office anywhere in the country, similar to the DR. We may just present the postcards to our friends and family in person when we return.
Then, as we returned we had to cool off in the wonderful air conditioning. Mike and I finally get enough energy to head out, leaving Siri to enjoy the pool and AC all by herself. Can you spot a theme?
We enjoyed exploring the 1780 forts that have been well resotored and, since they were forts, had commanding views of the harbor. Small story, they were built by the French after they had successfully captured the island from the British in a surpise attack from land. But, within just a few years, the Brits got it back (with some nice new forts) in the Treaty of Versailles in 1783, which also gave the US independece.
We then made the hard decision … to go to the beach. One idea had been to go hiking up Grenada’s tallest peak, Mount St. Catherine, but every single review on All Trails and google strongly advised against even attempting it. When they got to explaining the mud cliffs, ropes that are necessary, but may not be safe to use, the razor (?!)9 grass, the boots which had to be thrown away after, and several accomplished hikers who never made it to the top…well, the beach sounded like a better choice.
These are the really tough decisions you just have to make when adventuring in the Caribbean.
We arrive to a crowded beach (compared to yesterday) of at least 4 or 8 (!) people in the water. We acted like a local (tourist) and kindly asked to rent a lounge chair, umbrella and towel – for $10 each – thank you. We then had to do some quality control not once but twice on the local cocktail scene.
It was finally hot enough to don the snorkel and fins and head to what I (misunderstood) heard was another underwater sculpture park. It was more of like asking a two-year-old to make something with duplos. Yes, there were more fish around and yes, it was interesting to ‘find’ things underwater, but it wasn’t the carnival dancers.
Afterward, when we are floating in the gentle waves, we strike up a conversation with a local who left for the UK at 14. She still makes it back every year and has owned a house here for 40 years. She doesn’t often come to the capitol, St. George, because it is just too busy. Mike asks where she normally lives, and when she says Wembley, right outside London, which has more people than this entire country, we ask her to explain. She then admits that it is busy relative to the rest of THIS island.
Later that evening, we make it out to Patrick’s homestyle restaurant – and it did feel like home. When we asked the waiter about how did the chicken get so fall-off-the-bone tender, he politely says that he will ask the chef to come tell us her secrets. He walks away and calls out, “Mom!”
Mom, or Karen, comes by and we find out she is also a local who returned, from New York, about 20 years ago and now owns this small place. We interpret, through what is a thick Caribbean, English and some other accents combined, that her secret is to simmer the chicken in the right spices and then leave the house and forget about it. After 2 hours or more, it should be ready. We may have to try that technique – just with some supervision.
Tomorrow we head to Barbados, our final destination, which is supposed to be even more lovely – and a bit more touristy. We are already starting to shift our gaze and plans – which might include a polo and cricket match.
For now, we take in our final harbor views listen to the ‘singing’ kites and the very loud cicadas, which are competing with the music from the homes (or is that a bar) as we make our way back up the steep hill to our home for this past week – and every now and then jumping to the side of the narrow street to avoid the oncoming cars.
Siri and David Adventures 